We are the farmers, you are the lotuses

You steal the food supplies we grew to support us

We tear down dividing walls, while you build them up

You take pride in Ben franklins, while we never make a buck,

We are the Jeffersonians of old, you are big government

You kill injuns and the Jews, while we are heaven sent,

You buy cars and second houses; we struggle to keep our homes

but we grow legends as you grow older, and everyone knows,

It’s because we never sell our souls