They talk entitlements or safety nets and bottom floors
All I know is what I make doesn’t buy half the things that it did before
And no, I’m not asking for much
But the doctor’s talking surgery and insurance just won’t pay
The banker keeps on calling, wants to take my house away
What can I do now
What can I do now
What can I do now
That it’s all gone
They’re forming bread lines in this nation of wealth
But you won’t spare your pocket change to help feed someone else
And no, you don’t owe me a thing
But you’re burning up my wallet as you’re drilling up the sky
While I’m scraping bottom looks like someone’s riding high
Chorus
You can call me crazy
But please don’t call me lazy
’til you put my shoes on and you walk about
A sweaty brow and calloused hands
Are no guarantee
That you won’t ever do without
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