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Now I'm stealing cigarettes And selling off to friends for rent Plus a paycheck and still in debt? I'm asking how could this be? I know they know I'm beneath them Even "Homeless Assholes" know my name Now it's "Urban Flight" or cell for a night Y'know it's all the same One can tell themselves About when "Going Gets Rough" But determination just isn't enough When over-time defines your life This American me Tradition tells us home own But the timecards saying no go Now the suits are talking foreclose From sea to shining sea Time was a war time economy Was a silver lining to tragedy But even those with homes Are now those alone In the land of the free I asked for nothing And I got it in spades Worked for a living and I earned a cage Now they say I look old for my age This American me |
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