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Now everyone's walking like they're rolling in dough.
Throwing all their money around just for show.
Acting like everything is coming to them and knowing that more is just around the bend.
But I'm the one who paved the way and laid my body in the road so you can walk on it today.
I stood right up when they tried to put me down.
You're so high up, you forget to look down!

You call that gratitude?

I'm the well-paid slave and the roads that I paved took my career, that's just what I gave.
Five years later they were rolling in clover but nothing for me, my career was over.
If I'd been born just a generation later I could have settled up with an arbitrator.
I'd be wearing fur coats if I were rich with a "bum-bum-bitty-bitty-bum"

You call that gratitude?

On the day that I died and they laid me in the ground where was everybody?
They couldn't be found.
I'm gone and they don't know my name.
No plaque, no speech, no hall of fame..
A-Rod, Zito, Posada, Tejada, Johan, Manny, Maddux, Mussina.
Who's the one who paved the way with blood?
Go say my name—it's (Flood!) Curt Flood!

You call that gratitude?

A-Rod, Zito, Posada, Tejada, Johan, Manny, Maddux, Mussina.
You call that gratitude?

Now everyone's walking like they're rolling in dough.
Throwing all their money around just for show.
Acting like everything is coming to them and knowing that more is just around the bend.