à la 'Blob' Dylan (versión políticamente incorrecta corregida)‏

You're always demanding more and more energy

without ever thinking about all the waste you leave behind,

the externalities doesn't appear in your accountability;

there's no time, you say, we are all in a hurry,  never mind.

Your only concern is your confort and profit

no matter what others suffer or if they don't fit,

the land and water, certainly is your property,

there's nothing to share, that's the price of liberty.

You're always trying to sell us what we don't need,

is not your problem the kids that we must feed.

Your worries, your only concern is that we pay our fee,

no delay conceded says the sting of your threatening bee.

The Wealth of Nations 

lies in the people, in their education.

Not in the invisible hand that stretches up to our pocket

and then charges us with interest rates that rise like a rocket.

If money  never goes where it is needin', 

only to places where the biggest returns are,

then no wonder so many are heavily bleedin'

and dying with no shelter under the frozen star.

But the times they are a'changin, 

blessed are the poor,  they shall overcome 

and everyone shall be released...