|
Another morning and I'm awake |
|
The same old thing but a different day |
|
I want to drive but my tank is dry |
|
The ground is wet with rain |
|
Greedy people are pushing me |
|
Needy people in misery |
|
It's a push and shove community |
|
But how the hell can I complain |
|
On the other side of town |
|
People are sleeping on the ground |
|
Look not far and you will find |
|
A tragedy, the daily grind |
|
Seems like when the times are tough |
|
That hope is down and the price goes up |
|
There's not enough jobs to fill a cup |
|
And the streets are filled with shame |
|
Here I am in a traffic jam |
|
And ugly faces stare me down |
|
And they call this the right side of town |
|
But still I can't complain |