Stephen Koritta - All the Palms

My brotha-man done been fleeced
While another man's funds increased
Yeah, but ain't it the way they do ya these days?
Isn't it a beautiful beast?
Ain't no beggar's banquet
It's been more famine than feast
As the Benjamin slips from fist to fist
And all the palms get greased

They're telling him he's a taker
They're claimin' that he's shakin' 'em down
Not a heck of a lot's been shakin'
Since the glad-hander left town
He pulled up the carpet, stuck it in a bag
Made his way out east
Where the Benjamin slips from fist to fist
And all the palms get greased

They're sayin' "Hoist that crate! Lift that bail!
Keep a'haul'in my freight 'til it skips the rail
Keep bustin' that tail and I'll pat ya on the head
You'll be getting no green
'Cause we're runnin' in the red"

They wanna stick 'em in the cooler
They're threatening to bring the heat
They measure with a pretty short ruler
When they're this far offa the street
We're livin' in an age of wonder
And the wonderin' never will cease
As benjamin slips from fist to fist
And all the palms get greased

The piggies are in the poke
The wolves wore woolen suits
The silver-tongued devil spoke
And the angel licked his boots
Best be lockin' up all your pockets
They're pickin' 'em piece by piece
As benjamin slips from fist to fist
And all the palms get greased

Written by:
Stephen Koritta

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