If This Goes On

D . Bm . G . D

D . Bm . G . A

G . A . D . Bm

Em . G . A

G . A . D

The rich get rich and the poor get screwed and the pundits point at you
And the wise men up in Congress say they don't know what to do
'Cause Charles Koch has made each one of them a willing pawn
And the king and queen are working for him too
And I don't know where we're going if this goes on.

The Partygoers promised us oppression they would fight
with guns and Jesus and and gritted teeth, minds locked up safe and tight
The occupiers gathered and were welcomed with loaded arms
While the Partygoers danced on their plastic lawn
And I don't know where we're going if this goes on.

They took away due process, and locked it in a cell.
Nobody has heard from it, though they say it's doing well.
They promise in a few years it'll get a secret trial
While we start to wonder if it's all a con
And I don't know where we're going if this goes on.


While the FBI is camped out on your lawn
And I don't know where we're going if this goes on.