Dear Mr. Man piano leadsheet with chords

What's wrong with the world today?

Things just got to get better.

"Dear Mis Sho' Man, ain't

what the leaders say.

Maybe we should write a letter,

said, "Dear Mister Man,

we don't understand

why poor people keep struggling but you don't lend a helping hand.

Matthew 5:

5 say, 'the meek shall inherit the earth.'

We wanna be down that way,

but you been trippin' since the day of your birth."

Who said that to kill is a sin and started ev'ry single war that your people been in?

Who said that water is a precious commodity,

then dropped a big ol' black oil slick in the deep blue sea?

Who told Mister Man that working 'round the clock will buy me a big house in the hood with cigarette ads on ev'ry block?

Who told me

Mister Man that I got a right to moan?

How 'bout this big ol' hole in the ozone?

Ain't no sense in voting;

same song with a diff'rent name.

Might not be in the back of the bus,

but it sure feels just the same.

Ain't nothin' fair 'bout awelfare, ain't no assistance in AIDS.

Ain't nothin' 'firmative about your actions 'til the people get paid.

Your thousand years are up;

now you got to share the land.

Section one, the fourteenth amendment says,

"No state shall deprive any person of life,

liberty or property without due process of law,"

Mister Man.

We want to end this letter with three words:

We tired o'y'all.

What's wrong with the world today?

Things just got to get better.

What's wrong with the world today?

Things just got to get better.