The Main Entry The rich get richer, the poor get the picture The bombs never hit you when you're down, so no Some convolution, some revolution There must be some solution, but I just don't know The bosses want decisions, the workers need ambitions There won't be no collisions when they move so slow Nothing ever happens, nothing really matters No one ever tells me what am I to know So what am I to know? Read about it, read about it Just another incredible scene, there's no doubt about it The hammer and the sickle, the blues is at a trickle The coming stars are fickle, but the stockpile grows Partners keep a-comin', engines softly hummin' The stars and stars are runnin' for their own big show Another little flare-up, some food in a teacup Imagine any mix-up and the lot would go Nothing ever happens, nothing really matters No one ever tells me what am I to know So what am I to know? Read about it, read about it What a just ridiculous deal, ain't no doubt about it Read about it, read about it Just another particular deal, ain't no doubt about it ... The rich get richer, the poor get the picture The clouds never hit you when you're down so low Some the pollution, some the evolution There must be some solution, but I just don't know ... ... ...