"Occupy" Christmas Song

by Kitty Costello

(sung to the tune of “O Christmas Tree” –
vary the tune from verse to refrain, one stanza to the next)

O Occupy, O Occupy
How grateful for your presence
Through harvest time and winter snow
the one percent can’t make us go

You’ve shut the ports, foreclosed the banks
as moms with strollers swell the ranks
O Occupy, O Occupy
It’s time to lift your fist up high

We tried to pay our bills on time
and now we’re in the food stamp line
We have no home with Christmas tree
but we’ve got solidarity

Vet’rans back from endless war
face riot squad, tear gas and more
O winter soldiers huddle near
We cannot wait for skies to clear

We worked a job, we paid the rent
and now we’re living in a tent
They throw us out. We come right back.
Too big to fail, like Goldman Sachs.

The jobs have all gone overseas
when, if, and where the bosses please
No occupation left to try
and so we have to occupy

You’ve lost your hearth, you’ve lost your home
Thank God for twitter on your phone
They tear us down, we’re back again
an occupation with no end

The smallest voice rings clear and bright
It’s megaphoned across the night
The one percent can’t vilify
the ninety nine no matter how they try

O Occupy, O Occupy
your mammoth numbers terrify
the one percent who have it all
Their house of cards about to fall

O Occupy, O Occupy
how grateful for your presence


© December 2011 Kitty Costello. Please distribute far and wide.