Privatize

								
©1999 Dan Scanlan

							
						
						C				                                    F						
						They would privatize the air, they would privatize the sea				
							          D7 		                          G7						
						They would privatize the very love  there is ‘tween you and me.				
							          C  				                          F			
						They would privatize all space, they would privatize all time				
							           D7 				                                    G7  					
						They would privatize your private thought and charge a dollar just to be.

						
						
						CHORUS (nearly spoken)

									
							       C			                 F						
						Oh, the banker loans money / he doesn’t have /						
						     C			                      G7					
						But creates with a stroke   /  of a pen.					
						     C				                      F		                   C					
						The worker pays it back    /    trouble and toil  /   sweating all week					
						     G7				    	                            C							
						And again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again.
 					     G7				    		                           C		
						And again and again and again and again and again and again and again.			

						
						
						The public good is made by all in the interest of survival						
						But the corporados steal at night, in the  morning your friend’s a rival.				
						It’s well-known what they do and yet it is not clear,						
						For the corporados own the tools: The mainstream news we see and hear
		
						 (repeat chorus)

						
				
						They have privatized the air waves, they have privatized the trees					
						They would privatize the sweat you seep, and charge for the cool of the breeze.				
						They have privatized the garden seed, China privatized oolong				
						They have privatized the people’s vote—and the household volt—				
						But I’ll be damned if they get this song! 

												
						(AdLib, noodling on G7:)

												
						The private eye’s peering through the keyhole, to steal with no effort of his own
					 The excitement of the Common Good to sell at supper on the telephone.  

						
						
						Ending (spoken, four different voices):

												
						J’ais Pense, donc j’ais suis. 					
						I think, therefore I am.					
						Cogito, ergo spud. 						
						I think, therefore I yam.

										
						Button: C chord