I woke up this morning/With a pounding in my brain
And a half a dozen roaches/Crawling down the window pain
Got no food in the kitchen/I can't afford the rent
I had some money yesterday/But I don't know where it went
I can not find a job/I can not get a loan
I could not pay the bills/So they took back my telephone
My girlfriend, Josephine/She gave me back my ring
She said, "Baby till you get some dough/You can forget about the wild thing"
The farmer down the road/He never did no harm
But he could not make the payments/So they auctioned off his farm
All across the heartland/From Mexico to Maine
People out of work/Locked up in the human chain, singing...
They say it's getting better/We're closing the gap
You know as well as I do/That's just a load of crap
The rich are getting richer/The poor are staying poor
I do believe the Grim Reaper/Is knocking at the door
The widow next store/Though once a blushing bride
Is now a pile of skin and bones
Afraid to go outside/Where hustlers and pimps
And murderers have been
Dressed in rags in feathers/On the outside looking in
People eating garbage/People drinking rain
Sleeping on the sidewalk/In a cardboard hurricane
Some are drinking whiskey/Some are taking drugs
The victims of a society/Still working out the bugs
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