Stephen Brunette, Fairlight Moriah - Disappearin' Ink Lyrics

Johnny lost his house today, there’s lots o’ reasons why
But Johnny’s worked hard all his life, always done me right
Johnny loves his country, likes a good clean fight
But Johnny’s been blindsided and won’t be goin’ home tonight
Seems some numbers on some papers wrote in disappearin’ ink
By money changers in temples of Wall Street
Some puppet politicians brought Johnny to the brink
Of losin’ his American Dream
Pretty numbers on fine paper wrote in disappearin’ ink
Don’t put food in Johnnie’s babies’ mouths or shoes on babies’ feet
Don’t keep Johnny’s babies warm when they’re livin’ on the street
Numbers in disappearin’ ink. Huh huh huh
Got a good friend, a stockbroker, she didn’t make this mess
She played by rules made by fools and got stuck like all the rest
If she and me and Johnny are gonna take this country back
We’ll bail out our dreams, but we’re done bailin’ out greedy fool ass
No more numbers on fine paper wrote in disappearin’ ink
By greedy money changers in the temples of Wall Street
No more puppet politicians gonna take me to the brink
Of losin’ my American dream
Maybe I’ve been livin’ beyond my means too long
Maybe the world is more needy, more greedy than it was when I was born
What’s left of my American Dream is too deep, too strong
To let a few greedy fools who went to play money school get me down too long
I know nothin’ bout derivatives, I work for all I get
Give me a level playin’ field and let me do my best
May take a while, but this American child was born to build from scratch
My God, my friends, my family . . . got my back
Maybe I’ve been livin’ beyond my means too long
Maybe the world is more needy, more greedy than it was when I was born
My dream for the world is so deep, so strong
We’re gonna save this world, boys & girls, and we’ll be better off from now on without
Pretty numbers on fine paper wrote in disappearin’ ink
By money changers of the temples of Wall Street
Without puppet politicians who took us to the brink
Of losin’ the American dream
Pretty numbers on fine paper wrote in disappearin’ ink
Don’t put food in hungry babies’ mouths or shoes on babies’ feet
Don’t let me rest easy when I’m tryin’ to get some sleep
So I can wake up to a new American Dream

Johnny lost his house today, there’s lots o’ reasons why
But Johnny’s worked hard all his life, always done me right
Johnny loves his country, likes a good clean fight
But Johnny’s been blindsided and won’t be goin’ home tonight
Seems some numbers on some papers wrote in disappearin’ ink
By money changers in temples of Wall Street
Some puppet politicians brought Johnny to the brink
Of losin’ his American Dream
Pretty numbers on fine paper wrote in disappearin’ ink
Don’t put food in Johnnie’s babies’ mouths or shoes on babies’ feet
Don’t keep Johnny’s babies warm when they’re livin’ on the street
Numbers in disappearin’ ink. Huh huh huh
Got a good friend, a stockbroker, she didn’t make this mess
She played by rules made by fools and got stuck like all the rest
If she and me and Johnny are gonna take this country back
We’ll bail out our dreams, but we’re done bailin’ out greedy fool ass
No more numbers on fine paper wrote in disappearin’ ink
By greedy money changers in the temples of Wall Street
No more puppet politicians gonna take me to the brink
Of losin’ my American dream
Maybe I’ve been livin’ beyond my means too long
Maybe the world is more needy, more greedy than it was when I was born
What’s left of my American Dream is too deep, too strong
To let a few greedy fools who went to play money school get me down too long
I know nothin’ bout derivatives, I work for all I get
Give me a level playin’ field and let me do my best
May take a while, but this American child was born to build from scratch
My God, my friends, my family . . . got my back
Maybe I’ve been livin’ beyond my means too long
Maybe the world is more needy, more greedy than it was when I was born
My dream for the world is so deep, so strong
We’re gonna save this world, boys & girls, and we’ll be better off from now on without
Pretty numbers on fine paper wrote in disappearin’ ink
By money changers of the temples of Wall Street
Without puppet politicians who took us to the brink
Of losin’ the American dream
Pretty numbers on fine paper wrote in disappearin’ ink
Don’t put food in hungry babies’ mouths or shoes on babies’ feet
Don’t let me rest easy when I’m tryin’ to get some sleep
So I can wake up to a new American Dream