Two Birds, One Stone

Gold stimulates the heart, or so we're told He therefore had a love of gold And he lusted for that stone and every other Hired peasants to make him homes He paid them Little enough that they needed the job, but He paid them Not enough to wake up from their slumber and take up arms And the same Proles who wanted more Wanted gold homes of their own So he bought every stone he could find For him, the world mined and mined He paid them But it soiled the air, so the birds did declare to Pluck out their eyes Let the wasteful and ignorant people beware so Everyone rise in the morning Trying to kill two birds with one stone But then there was just one little bird left on the doorstep And nobody knew Every little thing's gonna be alright Every little thing's gonna be alright Every little thing can't be alright So everyone stole all the stones From the pig with the house made of bricks So he built a new house out of sticks One little bird, one little pig Thank you, manifest destiny As if, ownership could ever mean The right to use and abuse And so much was consumed that we had to steal his sticks, too Everyone got a bow and a stick Tryna kill two birds with one stick Right through their penny-sized hearts The market fluctuates, sweetheart So the little pig Went to find all the straw, found they used it to build a wall Took a little piece Turns out that's when the garbage came pouring out and buried them all Everyone rise in the morning Trying to kill two birds with one stone But then there was just one little bird left on the doorstep And nobody knew Every little thing's gonna be alright Every little thing's gonna be alright Every little thing can't be alright (Alright? Alright!)