 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, Tejada, Posada
Johan, Maddux, Manny, Mussina
Who's the one who paved the way with blood?
Go say my name, it's (Flood) Curt Flood
You call that gratitude?
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