High school girl with a bourgeois dream Just like the pictures in the magazine She found on the floor of the laundromat A woman with kids can forget all that If she comes up pregnant whatll she do Forget the career, forget about school Can she live on faith? live on hope? High on Jesus or hooked on dope When its way too late to just say no You cant make it here anymore Now Im stocking shirts in the 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 Im in Should I hate em for having our jobs today No I hate the men sent the jobs away I can see them all now, they haunt my dreams All lily white and squeaky clean Theyve never known want, theyll never know need Their sh@# dont stink and their kids wont bleed Their kids wont bleed in the da$% little war And we cant make it here anymore Will work for food Will die for oil Will kill for power and to us the spoils The billionaires get to pay less tax The working poor get to fall through the cracks Let em eat jellybeans let em eat cake Let em eat sh$%, whatever it takes They can join the Air Force, 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 on the wind If youre listening at all Get out of that limo Look us in the eye Call us on the cell phone Tell us all why... From the song https://youtube/watch?v=lOWrqR_QFfg&feature=share James McMurtry ~ We Cant Make It Here
Posted on: Fri, 02 Jan 2015 03:31:44 +0000
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