The air's real hot, yeah it makes me cough,
but it's rebate time and you bought us off.
Everything's privatized and user fees
will keep the less fortunate on their knees.

Little black heart,
all the money can't change a thing
hanging over our heads
and dangling on a string.

The air's real thick and more people cough
at the homeless shelter you tell them off.
Paper plane money flying around
and no amount of injustice gets you shut down.

Little black heart,
all the money can't change a thing
hanging over our heads
and dangling on a string.

And if all this ain't nearly enough,
you pass Bill 12 and tell 'em "tough."
More health care cuts and we'll feel the breeze,
we'll call our own state of emergency!

Little black heart,
all the money can't change a thing
hanging over our heads
and dangling on a string.


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