The Band Of Heathens - Hey Mister Lyrics

Hey Mister, You Better Listen
Oh Mister, You Better Listen
Mama Got to wash the rich folk clothes
Just to keep the rich man from throwing us out the doors
Papa look for work with the morning sun
But tell me, how can you find a job when there just ain't none
Hey legislation, If you can fix the nation
Why don't you open up your heart and listen to this part
A little child ask for bread with tears in his eyes
Mama say we ain't got none and then they both cry
Don't you hear em I said Don't you hear em Dammit Don't you
hear them
The World need love I know you admit it
What you doin to the poor man, lord knows you oughta quit it
How can he love you
Tell me how can he smile
When back at home there's a hungry little child
Hey Legislation why don't you try a new route
Listen to the people and hear what they're talking bout
The Poor people know that they can't impeach you
They just hoping that their cries will reach you
Don't you hear em I said Don't you hear em
Well then I feel sorry for you if you don't Don't you hear them

Many singers before me
Have sung this song
Trying to remind you to right this wrong
But what I'm wondering
If you ever understand
That rich or poor a man's still a man
Hey legislation, when you start to fix the nation
Take a real good look at the present administration and then
Stand up, wave it goodbye
Find someone who can hear the people cry
Lord knows you ought to hear them, I ain't lying you better hear
them, you better hear them something might go wrong
Hey Mister what you gonna do
People out here are trying to talk to you
You know we need help and we ain't gonna wait
No don't talk, get to doin before it's too late
Foreign aid is well and good
But why don't you give some of that money to the neighborhood
Can't keep living down here in mud
And I know you're sick and tired of looking at blood
Oh Mister, you better listen, Oh Mister, you better listen