Mr. Basketball Shoes

Juneau, Alaska's Buddy (Guy) Tabor


Mr. Basketball Shoes owns a factory in China and Viet Nam
where a 12-year-old girl works for nothing; he don't give a damn
Sixteen hours a day, seven days a week
and when they break her malnourished body, just throw her out in the street


If the workers try to unionize or tell them they protest
Basketball Shoes calls the military and they come out and make arrests
take the workers to the prisons and there they're left to rot
bad food and dirty water behind prison bars and lots

Chorus:
I said Justice is a wheel,
turns slow but it grinds fine
My mama said that wheel
turns full circle in due time

Mr. Basketball Shoes loves money, he'll do anything to succeed
He don't care about God or love or human decency
This man has no compassion, his heart is filled with greed
Ruled from a throne of darkness with dirty evil deeds

From the carpet mills of Pakistan and sweat shops of Mexico
This is the age of lawlessness, declare the CEOs
Republicans in Washington, they all love Basketball Shoes
Gives them campaign money and turn their backs on what they do

Now I had myself a dream the night my poor old mother died
I saw that Wheel of Justice come falling from the sky
Oh, what a beautiful light; it made the darkness run
No more death, no more slavery or disease of organs