They don't care about you son
They pretend that they do
But they don't
They don't
And they'll squeeze every mercenary dollar
Out of every one of your honest songs
And they'll secretly be delighted
If you'd just die suitably young
Then they wouldn't even need to ask permission
To use every one of your honest songs
For the car ads
The cosmetic lines
Make some greasy politician shine
Ain't that
Just what
You had in mind
All the aristos
The landed gentry
They still need farm hands
And you'll do nicely
Not entirely metaphorically
Yeah they'll flatter all your sincere charm
Every second twisting your arm
And when the money's in the bank
And they're lying on the beach in the Bahamas
No one's gonna take your call
Anymore
Cos there's a new kid in town
He ticks all the boxes
We've done the research
He reaches demographics
That we've all been
We've all been hunting for
When the raw materials are heaven sent
It'll show you just how bent
Every operation is
Shhh don't tell the kids
Diamonds or coal
Flesh and blood
It's all the same sifting through the mud
Making all the money
Watch it turn into dust
Watch it turn into dust
You ain't a fool
You know the score
You want the adulation
Then you gotta play ball
But
Who do you think is paying for it all
Who do you think is paying for it all
Yeah they'll flatter all your sincere charm
Every second twisting your arm
And when the money's in the bank
And they're lying on the beach in the Bahamas
No one's gonna take your call
Anymore
Yeah they don't care about you son
They pretend that they do
But they don't
They don't
They don't