Robin Hood, Only Not

I raise my shotgun
to my shoulder
draw my bead
upon the thief.

Oh, wait...
I don't have a shotgun?

I raise my imiginary shotgun
to my shoulder
draw an imaginary bead
on an invisible thief

two dollar
four dollar
six dollar
eight

overdrawn!

and the invisible thief
takes nineteen dollar
thirty-five dollar

oh...
I know,
personal responsibility
I played my part
I fucked up

But it costs them pennies
and they take nineteen
thirty-five
that's my fuckin' money
MINE!

and I don't even
get the privilege
of a gun to my head
or a knife to my throat
as I'm robbed...
we're robbbed...
time and time again

and the tellers say
there is nothing they can do

and my invisible thief
sits at his desk on Wall St.
or on the Riviera
with his mistress
or a whore
(I don't mind my money
going to them,
they earned it...
I earned it)
the millionaire
or billionaire banker
robbed me
and millions like me
they didn't earn it
they stole it!

...they do it...
...all the time...

We raise our imaginary shotguns
to our shoulders
draw an imaginary bead...
squeeze...
squeeze...
...oh yeah...
we all know
the squeeze.