The rich get richer
The poor get the picture
The bombs never hit you
When you're down so low
Some got pollution
Some revolution
There must be some solution
But I just don't know

The bosses want decisions
The workers need ambitions
There won't be no collisions
When they move so slow
Nothing ever happens
Nothing really matters
No one ever tells me
What am I to know
So what am I to know?

You wouldn't read about it
Read about it

Just another incredible scene
There's no doubt about it

The hammer and the sickle
The news is at a trickle
The commissars are fickle
But the stockpile grows
Bombers keeping coming
Engines softly humming
The stars and stripes are running
For their own big show

Another little flare up
Storm brewed in a tea cup
Imagine any mix up
And the lot would go
Nothing ever happens
Nothing really matters
No one ever tells me
What am I to know
So what am I to know?

You wouldn't read about it
Read about it

One unjust, ridiculous steal
Ain't no doubt about it

You wouldn't read about it
Read about it

Just another particular deal
There's no doubt about it

The rich get richer
The poor get the picture
The bombs never hit you
When you're down so low
Some got pollution
Some revolution
There must be some solution
But I just don't know