Song Description

Rich man / poor man + justice

Lyrics

Like it's supposed to be
© 2006 Bruce Mills (ASCAP)

Rich man in the magazine
Got his private jets and his limousines
Wins all the bets he makes - or so it seems
And when it rains he don't get wet
And when it snows he don't get cold
He flies himself down to Rio

Rich man likes his Caviar
With Black Label Johnny and a fat cigar
He likes his ladies kind of slim and slinky

People always follow him - everywhere he goes
Agree with his opinion - opposition not disclosed -
Don't risk no confrontation - just talking behind his back
Exactly /// like it's supposed to be

There's a poor man in the railway yard
Gonna bet ten bucks on a game of cards
All he got to lose is that old knapsack on his back
And when it rains he don't get wet
And when it snows he don't get cold
He rides the box car - out to San Diego

Poor man likes his midnight snacks
With ladies in old Cadillacs
He likes them kind of kitschy and kinky

But, got no one to ride with him - down them railroad tracks
No one even cares about all the things he lacks -
Don't need recollection - locomotive gonna bring him back
Exactly /// to where he is supposed to be

Rich man wasn't thinking straight
When he went out drinking way too late
Had a fatal confrontation - up in Queens
Couldn't offer no defence
Said driving drunk was just a consequence
Of a little too much tension with the victim

And the judge said -
Mister I convict you -
To life for murder one
All that money in your bank - ain't gonna change my mind
You're going up the river - son - you're gonna do your time
Exactly like everybody else / exactly /// like it's supposed to be

Break

Poor man won his game of cards
He got real lucky in the railway yard
And he bought himself a silver Lamborghini
Fortune - yes - good consequence
He didn't offer no defence
When total strangers bought him martinis
When ladies came to visit in bikinis
When people tried to trick him like Houdini

People always follow him - everywhere he goes
Agree with his opinion - opposition not disclosed -
No time for confrontation - just the wind behind his back
Exactly /// like it's supposed to be
Like it's supposed to be