My brother is downstairs in the kitchen 

Yelling at my dad 

That’s how we talk in this house 

We got it from my mom’s side 

 

“The economy 

Of this country 

Depends 

On the poor people 

Spending every last dollar 

 

We’re facing a recession” 

A recession 

A recession 

“’Cause the poor people can’t spend them” 

Can’t spend 

“Can’t spend what they don’t have 

And so we just crash” 

He’s never said anything more right 

In the 28 years I’ve known him 

 

Here comes the recession 

Recession 

Recession 

Just short of a depression 

Can you blame us 

It’s been 15 years since anyone listened 

 

But somehow we reached my brother in the kitchen 

He can’t cook but six figures means he still eats good 

But he thinks that’s the baseline 

And you know what, he’s right 

It’s true 

The baseline is food 

And the Man can feed the whole world over 

A grand 

To every American 

Citizen or not 

And he’d still have enough 

To feed the whole world over 

He’ll throw his heart away 

But not a cent no not today 

 

Here comes the recession 

Recession 

Recession 

The country’s in depression 

Can you blame us 

If we start a civil war 

They can feed the whole world 

Yet they play the victim 

Here comes the recession 

Recession 

Recession 

 

My brother 

The tyrant 

Who gives me rides when I need 

And has my mother treating him like a baby 

She says he loves me 

I’ve never heard of him loving anything 

Except math 

 

Said “our country has already crashed” 

 

Who would have thought that 

The poor don’t have any money 

 

To spend them 

To spend them 

To help them 

Fight off the recession 

The recession 

The recession 

And it’s been 15 years since anyone last listened