Moneybags Zaggs

Daniel Cowan

It’s hard work in the factory

Twelve hour days and nights

In here we’re less than human

In here we’ve got no rights

And who out there will listen

To our proletariat plight

Not the man who signs our checks, no sir

He’s not the union type

He’s seen machines go haywire

And slice men clean in half

He’ll work your children to the bone

He even dodged the draft

But don’t think he’s a slacker, no

He’s a master of his craft

Because even when his workers die

He’s never understaffed

Moneybags Zaggs, doin’ that rag

There’s nothin’ he can’t buy

Moneybags Zaggs, oh what a drag

He’s gonna bleed me dry

It’s hard work in the chain gang

We’re over fifty strong

Of course, I was falsely convicted

I’ve never done no wrong

But my sentence seems like a lifetime

How can they keep me here this long?

Well when the judge is taking bribes

Justice sings a different song

And that bastard prison owner

He keeps us all deprived

The gruel is long expired

And the blankets give you hives

And he keeps the prisoners flowing in

And the cells blocks oversized

Because the prison is for profit

And the business is our lives

Moneybags Zaggs, doin’ that rag

There’s nothin’ he can’t buy

Moneybags Zaggs, oh what a drag

He’s gonna bleed me dry

He’s got a hand in every industry

And an ocean liner soon

He can buy at market open

And quadruple it by noon

In his many business ventures

He’ll turn corrupt when opportune

You’d be hard pressed to find

A more tyrannical tycoon

Step in his ornate mansion

And you’ll find it filled with art

He isn’t really cultured,

But this helps him look the part

Sophistication ain’t his game though,

And it wasn’t from the start

He’s only in it for the money, man

He’d even sell his heart

Moneybags Zaggs, doin’ that rag

There’s nothin’ he can’t buy

Moneybags Zaggs, oh what a drag

He’s gonna bleed me dry