The Gilded Age


It was either you’re rich or poor
There was no cure
It was either you had to work or be served
There was nothing deserved
The poor worked in dangerous cotton gins
There were no greatful grins
It was either you’re rich or poor
There was no cure
The rich went to school
So they won’t be a fool
The poor were always in debt
They worked with sweat
It was either you’re rich or poor
There was no cure
The rich had lengthy leisure time
To read a book worth a dime
The poor kids of the gilded age had it hard
Till they laid in their graveyard
The rich kids of the gilded age had it easy
They laid around feeling breezy
It was either you’re rich or poor
There was no cure

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