The Middle Class: Act I
i'd give you the shirt off my back
if i didn't wear my heart on my sleave
if i wasn't so niave, i'd believe you
i'd take your watch if you took my time
i'f time was money,
then you bought everything from me.
i was left without a penny or a thought
i'd think better of you if you had kept the change
but trading paper is commonplace today
we work hard for it just to give it away
remember when we traded baseball cards?
the lemonade stand and the pricewars on each corner
comic book stores and the toys we saved all year for.
it's all been sold. we've all grown older.
the rootbeer floats all sunk to the bottom
they ran out of my favorite flavor of gum
little johnny traded his wooden riffle for a gun
blood covered my shiny new red flyer wagon
inflation deflated the dreams of the young.
garage sales were a nostalgic wasteland
you drive a hard bargain, said the old man
you see, it was classic supply and demand
but their parent's just didnt understand
theres nothing you can do to relive it?
damn!
i've lost my rally-cap for good ol' uncle sam.
i am a patriot; only when the football team wins.
i've protested. ive learned my lessons.
those who dont like bush, dont like to be pushed back.
politics is where the heart is
and home is just where another voter lives
you're kids are unregistered, unfathered; senator.
which is more important? four more years in service
or four more years with a growing dissapointment?
broken promises or broken baseball bats?
witnessing a grand slam or testifying to a grand jury?
hot dogs and a trip to the local library,
or hot sex at the office with the company's secretary?
mother said to wash my mouth out with soap
and when i finished i used the box to stand on and talk
with an insecure tone i told everyone how i felt alone
in a crowded world, in a corner, in my room, on my own
mother said to "just wait untill your father gets home"
telephones to television to telemarketing
we watch and listen as the world spins
we stand motionless even without the E.
if nothing is free how can love be priceless?
if money doesnt grow on trees
what is that green leaf your selling?
if poverty is appealing to white teens
why are you never seen in the ghetto?
"go ahead, call me a nigger, i dare you... cracker"
this is how racism has been reversed
its the minorities that are now heard first.
and i am the devil for not being diverse.
your words were forced when you said
"America, you can't take my innocents"
i said, if i had a nickle and dime
for everytime you said that
id have fifteen fucking cents.
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