Look at all the little artists
Listen to the pretty songs
Even when David played his secret chord
It somehow came out wrong
Look at all the little artists
Chasing a dream everyday
While people sleep outside and starve
A slingshot toss away
Look at all the little prophets
They've got so much to say
On experience they've never lived
They always find a way
To exploit those that they say they protect
With that monеy that they earn
Write a novеl, go to college
Pretty soon it's all gonna burn
Look at all your effort
At everything you do
Who will pretty pictures help
When we come for you
Reading all your poems
Chewing on the fat
Who will come to your defense
When the steel's against your back