"Have you noticed that America's on fire?" Contemporary Folk Songs of Protest
“Profit”
Written by Michael Merenda; performed by The Mammals
I was out of it and
You were into it
We got along that way
For a little bit
And when I went away
Was when you felt betrayed
[I didn't heard] that someone heard
That you were celibate
Well, I got tired of being a tease
And fell apart, giving everyone a little peace
You say you got this friend
Born out in Bethlehem
Some contendent who is mightier than any man
And those who disagree
As to his sovereignty
Are called devil-loving rubber-wearing pagans damned
I'm impressed but not fooled
Looks like they sold to some of them, too
Trying to make a profit
Trying to make a profit
Trying to make just a little bit of profit off it
Down at the barber shop
There's a kid and there's a cop
Neither says a word about what has occurred
‘Cause just the other day
This kid's big brother got blown away
And they put 40-something bullets in him before they stopped
He had a wallet in his hand
He was not a very white man
Trying to make a profit
(Someone's) trying to make a profit
Trying to make just a little bit of profit off it
Hey Mr. President
Who had his big brother push him free
Your daughter's drunk,
your other daughter's drunk,
Your daddy's rich and you are too
Electric cars gagged and bound
You're burning windmills to the ground
And California's solar panel's
In the White House lost and found
We all gotta fill the tank
But when it's 15 bucks a gallon
We'll have you to thank!
Trying to make a profit
Trying to make a profit
Trying to make just a little bit of profit off it
Then I had this show
To sing some rock 'n roll
So many people showed
To show support, you know
And when it came to getting paid
Here's what the promoter said
'You didn't draw too good
And don't you know that I'm in the red?
I said 'Come on, man, come on
You ain't the only one this time
Trying to make a profit!'
Trying to make a profit
(Someone's) trying to make a profit
Trying to make just a little bit of profit off it