Zanerbob

Lyrics

FARMER

Life on the farm isn’t easy.
The work is hard, and never stops.
You plow the land, and if it goes as planned
at the end, you harvest your crops.

And all the while, the world conspires
to minimize what you’ve grown.
You worry if you’ll make ends meet,
or need another loan.

Politicians claim they have your back,
but deeds seldom follow their words.
Promises that just fall flat,
and you pay for their trade wars.

How can we fight Monsanto
When over patented seeds they sue.
It isn’t your fault which way the wind blows,
Or which way the honeybees flew.


Who owns the patents on the seeds?
Who makes that stuff that kills the weeds?
Who makes it, though it kills the bees?
Who sues farms owned by families?
Who facilitates such deeds?
Who’d allow such rampant corporate greed?

Nowadays is there any difference
between company men and a politicians?

All we ever wanted was a farm
with a cozy little house and a barn.
It’s been in the family a long many years
since when my great-grandparents came over here.

But money talks and bullshit walks.
We’re feeling the corporate squeeze.
Washington lied
they ain’t on our side.
They’ll let us die out like the bees.