The Occupy Movement interests me. It gives me hope. So yesterday I wrote some lyrics, and sometime this week, I hope to work out the banjo chords. But here are the words: You don't own the building but you pay the rent you're the 99 not the 1 percent You don't drive the limo though you paid for the road you don't get to keep the crop that you sowed A respected worker at the local plant your daddy never felt like an ant He made good things took home a good wage he contributed in a different age Now it's your job to make the rich richer if that makes you poorer well don't be a bitcher So occupy the park my friend occupy the street occupy downtown my friend post on Facebook and re-tweet Let them see your face my friend the face they would deny Remind them that you share this world and when they ask you why Tell them that you're on to them Tell them that you're wise Tell them that you're not so blind Tell them you ...