Song Lyrics

Picture on magazine boardroom pop star
Pinstripe prophet of pecker head greed
You say, "Trust me with the money, the keys to the universe"
Trickle down will give us everything we need
Brand new century private penitentiary
Bank vault utopia padded for the few
And it's tumors for the masses coughing for the masses
Earphones for the masses and they all serve you

Trickle down give 'em the business
Trickle down supposed to give us the goods
Cups held out to catch a bit of the bounty
Trickle down everywhere trickle down blood

What used to pass for education now looks more like ignoration
Take the people's money and slip it to the corporation
Yellow rain golden shower pesticide firepower
Summon feudal demons of sweatshop subjugation
Workfare foul air homeless beggars everywhere
Picture phone aristocrats lounge around the pool
Captains of industry smiling beneficently
Leaking hole supertanker ship of fools

Trickle down give me the business
Trickle down supposed to give us the goods
Cups held out to catch a bit of the bounty
Trickle down everywhere trickle down blood

Take over take down big bucks shakedown
Schoolyard pusher offer anything for profit
First got to privatize then you get to piratize
Hooked on avarice, how do we get off it?

Trickle down give me the business
Trickle down supposed to give us the goods
Cups held out to catch a bit of the bounty
Trickle down everywhere trickle down blood

Trickle down give me the business
Trickle down supposed to give us the goods
Cups held out to catch a bit of the bounty
Trickle down everywhere trickle down blood

Trickle down

Bruce Cockburn, Andrew Milne, Carl Walker