Norine Braun

99% (Ninety Nine Percent) 

I got something 

I got it in the bag 

Don’t look at me mister 

You’'d be better off dead 

We got busted for planning 

It'’s in the back of my head 

We got morning in the coffee yeah 

The blues is back in bed 



Mama’'s in the kitchen 

Papa hit the sack 

Up all night he’s looking 

But no one calls him back 

Do we pay for groceries? 

Or do we pay the rent? 

Scrounging in the garbage 

We'’re the 99% 

Occupy corruption 

Overtake and lead 

Even Jesus angered 

When he tossed away the greed 



Lining up for lunch 

People'’s right should rule 

Lining up for jobs 

Corporate wrongs so cruel 

Watching our destruction 

Or are the 99 ahead? 

We won'’t lost the world to evil 

But to those who watch instead 



My gal’s on piano 

She playing it real well 

Musing on this blues riff 

As we drift on down to hell 

We dream of baskets and the babies 

Dream of corn and the gravies 

Living on empties 

Living on maybe, maybe, maybes 

Nothing to fall back on 

On nothing to depend 



We gotta sweet sense 

We got no cents 

We gotta sixth sense 

We got no sense 

We gotta sweet sense 

©Norine Braun 2012 SOCAN