Vietnam vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by the left turn line
Flag on the wheelchair flapping in the breeze
One leg missing, both hands free
No one's paying much attention to him
The V.A. budgets stretched so thin
And there's more coming home from the mideast war
and he cant make it here anymore
That big ol' building was the textile mill
it fed our kids and it paid our bills
But they turned us out and they closed the doors
We cant make it here anymore
See all those pallets piled up on the loading dock
They're just gonna sit there till they rot
'cause there's nothing to ship, nothing to pack
Just busted concrete and rusted tracks
Empty store fronts around the square
There's a needle in the gutter and glass everywhere
You dont come 'round here 'less you're lookin to score
they couldnt make it here anymore
The bars still open but man it's slow
The tip jars light and the registers low
The bartender dont have much to say
The regular crowds gettin thinner each day
Some have maxed out creditcards
Some are working two jobs and living in cars
Minimum wage wont pay for a roof, wont pay for a drink
If ya gotta have proof just try it yourself Mr.CEO
See how far 5.15 per hour will go
Take a part time job in one of your stores
and i bet you cant make it here anymore
High school girl with a bourgeois dream
Just like the picture in the magazine
She found on the floor of the laundrymat
A woman with kids can forget all that
If she comes up pregnant what'll she do
Forget her career, forget about school
Can she live on faith, live on hope?
High on Jesus or hooked on dope
When it's way too late to just say know
She cant make it here anymore
Now i'm stocking shirts in a Wal-Mart store
Just like the ones we made before
'cept this one came from Singapore
I guess we cant make it here anymore
Should i hate a people for the shade of their skin
Or the shape of their eyes , or the shape i'm in
Should i hate'em for having our jobs today
No i hate the men that sent them away
I can see'em all now they haunt my dreams
All lily white and squeaky clean
They've never known want, they'll never know need
Their shit dont stink and their kids dont bleed
Their kids wont bleed in bush's little wars
And we cant make it here anymore
Will work for food
Will kill for oil
Will kill for power and to us the spoils
The billionaire gets to pay less tax
The working poor gets to fall through the cracks
Let'em eat jelly-beans, let'em eat cake
Let'em eat shit, whatever it takes
They can join the Airforce, or join the Corps.
If they cant make it here anymore.
And thats how it is
Thats what we got
If the president wants to admit it or not
You can read it in the paper
Read it on the wall
Hear it in the wind
If you're listening at all
Get out of that Limo
Look us in the eye
Call us on the cell phone
Tell us all why
In Dayton Ohio
Or Portland Maine
Or a cotton gin on the great high plains
That's done closed it's doors, along with the schools
And the Hospital and the swimming pool
Dust devils dance in the noon day heat
There's rats in the alley
And trash in the streets
Gang grafitti on a boxcar door
We cant make it here anymore ;)
USA out of the middle east NOW!!!!!!!
USA out of Columbia NOW!!!!!!
USA out of Canada NOW!!!!
USA out of Japan NOW!!!!
USA out of Europe NOW!!!!!
USA out of my girlfriends body NOW!!!!!
USA out of Central America NOW!!!!!
dai*ma :thumbsup:
