A folk song--written in the late 1970s--that protests against the way U.S. society treats its impoverished working-class people at its local welfare departments.
At the welfare department poor people get harassed
At the welfare department the poor don't get food stamps
At the welfare department they're stalling on your check
For it's welfare for the caseworkers and crumbs for the rest of us.
At the welfare department you wait in line for days
At the welfare department they treat you like a slave
At the welfare department they let you starve to death
For it's welfare for the caseworkers and crumbs for the rest of us.
At the welfare department they make you fill out 10 forms
And cut off all your aid if you fill out some form wrong
At the welfare department they force you to work for peanuts
For it's welfare for the caseworkers and crumbs for the rest of us.
At the welfare department the bank made all the rules
At the welfare department they treat you like criminals
At the welfare department poor people are oppressed
For it's welfare for the caseworkers and crumbs for the rest of us.
So poor people get together and confront their government
And show them that we're human and have a right to live
Big business has its managers and caseworkers manage us
But we have the power to bring down the ruling class.