Tinker - The Common Cold

You built your billions - now you wanna give some back
Through your corporate grants and charities, and not pay any tax

All your talk of doing good
is getting old
If you wanna save the world go find a cure
For the common cold

Your newfound generosity paints you as a caring soul
It's not about democracy, cause you keep all the control
Whoever pays the piper, always calls the tune
So we won't hold our breath, for real change, anytime soon

All your talk of doing good
is getting old
If you wanna save the world go find a cure
For the common cold

Well you try and you try
But your money cannot buy all things
Like a ticket into heaven
or peace that a clear conscience G brings

An end to inequality, don't believe their sales pitch
Why would billionaires save us from problems that help make them rich

All your talk of doing good
is getting old
If they wanna save the world go find a cure
For the common cold

All your talk of doing good
Do something bold
If you wanna save the world go find a cure
For the common cold

Written by:
Jim Cullinane

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