Music by Joseph Terrell
Lyrics by Joseph Terrell, Zach Gutterman, and Alex Stayer-Brewington
Written and posted to TikTok 12/5/24, before Luigi Mangione was identified or captured.
Lyrics
In the center of the city where the tallest buildings rise
A sharkskin suit was bloodied as the bullets flied
A man from Minnesota with a family and a name
A man who made his millions off the sick and the lame
An empty street at sunrise, a stranger raised his gun
In cold blood calculation there the deed was done
He didn’t sound a warning, the bossman’s back was turned
A crime premeditated, 3 bullets carved with words
Deny, depose, defend
They’ll profit from the sickness of the people til the people make it end
You may preach to congregations, you may play the steel guitar
You may toil in sandy furrows an an eastern farm
You may walk the streets of midtown in your custom tailored clothes
But your life is weighed in three words: deny, delay, depose
In this world so full of fortune where the richest rule the day
Do you think that money falls from trees and they grab it where it lays?
When you look into your mirror, when you lay down in your bed
Do you ask yourself, who suffered as I made my daily bread?
Deny, depose, defend
They’ll profit from the sickness of the people til the people make it end
Maybe parkinson’s or cancer or a ladder where you fall
Maybe three swift golden bullets, something gets us all
To the widow and her children, Iam sorry for your pain
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#folksong #folkmusic #acousticguitar #unitedhealthcare #luigimangione
Lyrics by Joseph Terrell, Zach Gutterman, and Alex Stayer-Brewington
Written and posted to TikTok 12/5/24, before Luigi Mangione was identified or captured.
Lyrics
In the center of the city where the tallest buildings rise
A sharkskin suit was bloodied as the bullets flied
A man from Minnesota with a family and a name
A man who made his millions off the sick and the lame
An empty street at sunrise, a stranger raised his gun
In cold blood calculation there the deed was done
He didn’t sound a warning, the bossman’s back was turned
A crime premeditated, 3 bullets carved with words
Deny, depose, defend
They’ll profit from the sickness of the people til the people make it end
You may preach to congregations, you may play the steel guitar
You may toil in sandy furrows an an eastern farm
You may walk the streets of midtown in your custom tailored clothes
But your life is weighed in three words: deny, delay, depose
In this world so full of fortune where the richest rule the day
Do you think that money falls from trees and they grab it where it lays?
When you look into your mirror, when you lay down in your bed
Do you ask yourself, who suffered as I made my daily bread?
Deny, depose, defend
They’ll profit from the sickness of the people til the people make it end
Maybe parkinson’s or cancer or a ladder where you fall
Maybe three swift golden bullets, something gets us all
To the widow and her children, Iam sorry for your pain
We appreciate your feedback, print this form to submit your claim
#folksong #folkmusic #acousticguitar #unitedhealthcare #luigimangione
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