| Song | The Big One |
| Artist | Nellie McKay |
| Album | Pretty Little Head |
| 作曲 : McKay | |
| As you're walkin' down the street | |
| Might wanna skip a beat | |
| Think it over | |
| Walkin' to the corner store | |
| But it ain't there no more | |
| If you want a loaf of bread | |
| You try a pharmacy instead | |
| Another chain will set you free | |
| When you go to pay the rent | |
| You see it's all been spent | |
| The purse is empty | |
| Money, money make a buck | |
| But you're all outta luck | |
| This town ain't friendly now | |
| A thousand faces stare you down | |
| Each one's afraid of what you see | |
| Slither in your sea (can't deny it) | |
| Hide behind the view (gentrifying) | |
| Take a life or two (The revolution's comin' round) | |
| Clingin' to the door ( quiver, cower ) | |
| Profit off the poor (fight the power) | |
| Pay 'em even more (That's why they took Bruce Bailey down) | |
| Took Bruce Bailey down | |
| Lookin' like the jack is back | |
| But he ain't gonna attack | |
| His hands are flippin' | |
| Druggies dyin' in the halls | |
| They're bangin' on the walls | |
| Your Ma ain't trippin' now | |
| It ain't a home if you ain't allowed | |
| What time's the cease fire | |
| Where's the heat? | |
| Spittin' on the old (sister/brother) | |
| Shittin' on your soul (welfare mother) | |
| Profit is the goal (the revolution's comin' round) | |
| Payin' off a loan (mass eviction) | |
| Elevate the zone (ain't no fiction) | |
| Breakin' up a home (that's why they took Bruce Bailey down) | |
| Took Bruce Bailey down | |
| No more tokens, take a train | |
| You swipe a piece of plastic paper | |
| No more smokin' on the plane | |
| You gripe they'll take you to the jailer | |
| Bind your time, it's all in vain | |
| They tell you as you meet your maker | |
| Grief's the mother of invention | |
| Pain's the midwife to your labor | |
| Turn it, burn it, cure it, endure it | |
| If you are able, sucker | |
| People standing in the park | |
| It's getting mighty dark | |
| The kids are scowlin' | |
| Shutter up the windows tight | |
| This is an evil night | |
| The wind is howlin' fast | |
| Another tragedy has passed | |
| Another stain on you and me | |
| Slither in your sea (can't deny it) | |
| Hide behind the view (gentrifying) | |
| Take a life or two (The revolution's comin' round) | |
| Clingin' to the door (quiver, cower) | |
| Profit off the poor (fight the power) | |
| Pay 'em even more (That's why they took Bruce Bailey down) | |
| Took Bruce Bailey down | |
| Spittin' on the old (sister/brother) | |
| Shittin' on your soul (welfare mother) | |
| Profit is the goal (the revolution's comin' round) | |
| Payin' off a loan (mass eviction) | |
| Elevate the zone (ain't no fiction) | |
| Breakin' up a home (that's why they took Bruce Bailey down) | |
| Took Bruce Bailey down |
| zuò qǔ : McKay | |
| As you' re walkin' down the street | |
| Might wanna skip a beat | |
| Think it over | |
| Walkin' to the corner store | |
| But it ain' t there no more | |
| If you want a loaf of bread | |
| You try a pharmacy instead | |
| Another chain will set you free | |
| When you go to pay the rent | |
| You see it' s all been spent | |
| The purse is empty | |
| Money, money make a buck | |
| But you' re all outta luck | |
| This town ain' t friendly now | |
| A thousand faces stare you down | |
| Each one' s afraid of what you see | |
| Slither in your sea can' t deny it | |
| Hide behind the view gentrifying | |
| Take a life or two The revolution' s comin' round | |
| Clingin' to the door quiver, cower | |
| Profit off the poor fight the power | |
| Pay ' em even more That' s why they took Bruce Bailey down | |
| Took Bruce Bailey down | |
| Lookin' like the jack is back | |
| But he ain' t gonna attack | |
| His hands are flippin' | |
| Druggies dyin' in the halls | |
| They' re bangin' on the walls | |
| Your Ma ain' t trippin' now | |
| It ain' t a home if you ain' t allowed | |
| What time' s the cease fire | |
| Where' s the heat? | |
| Spittin' on the old sister brother | |
| Shittin' on your soul welfare mother | |
| Profit is the goal the revolution' s comin' round | |
| Payin' off a loan mass eviction | |
| Elevate the zone ain' t no fiction | |
| Breakin' up a home that' s why they took Bruce Bailey down | |
| Took Bruce Bailey down | |
| No more tokens, take a train | |
| You swipe a piece of plastic paper | |
| No more smokin' on the plane | |
| You gripe they' ll take you to the jailer | |
| Bind your time, it' s all in vain | |
| They tell you as you meet your maker | |
| Grief' s the mother of invention | |
| Pain' s the midwife to your labor | |
| Turn it, burn it, cure it, endure it | |
| If you are able, sucker | |
| People standing in the park | |
| It' s getting mighty dark | |
| The kids are scowlin' | |
| Shutter up the windows tight | |
| This is an evil night | |
| The wind is howlin' fast | |
| Another tragedy has passed | |
| Another stain on you and me | |
| Slither in your sea can' t deny it | |
| Hide behind the view gentrifying | |
| Take a life or two The revolution' s comin' round | |
| Clingin' to the door quiver, cower | |
| Profit off the poor fight the power | |
| Pay ' em even more That' s why they took Bruce Bailey down | |
| Took Bruce Bailey down | |
| Spittin' on the old sister brother | |
| Shittin' on your soul welfare mother | |
| Profit is the goal the revolution' s comin' round | |
| Payin' off a loan mass eviction | |
| Elevate the zone ain' t no fiction | |
| Breakin' up a home that' s why they took Bruce Bailey down | |
| Took Bruce Bailey down |