(Words & Music: D. Hall, S. Allen) If there's enough to go around why can't I get mine If everybody knows they've been lied to If everybody knows it, then why are they waiting On a gas line I think it must be a test to weed the best from the rest But whatever they are doing is driving us Out of our minds Driving us out of our minds But we always take it 'cause Who said the world was fair or that we should care What a way of thinking The sun is free enough It's shining there, shining there out of our reach But if they can, they'll find a way To make us pay for what we get When we lay out on the beach