He creeps on slower than the traffic flow
My sister and I yell “Hurry!”
He yells “45’s not stalling!”
As truckers honk in fury

Slowing me down--my dad’s class war.
And the truth is the fatcats do eat the poor.
So out of loyalty, I slack
Though what’s my slacking for?

I cripple his plane so he barely skims
Over the tops of redwood and fir
A wild evasive ride for him--
Let him fly--he’ll never soar... never soar!

Dragging me down--my dad’s class war.
And the truth is the fatcats do eat the poor.
So out of loyalty, I drift
Though what’s my drifting for?

No love or money--
Well, just enough to starve
Revolutionary purity:
Not a have-not, nor a have!

Pulling me down--my dad’s class war.
And the truth is the fatcats do eat the poor.
So out of loyalty, I fail...
Though what’s my failure for?