Tuesday 12 February 2013

WE CAN'T MAKE IT HERE

Timeless song, timeless message.
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There’s a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by the left turn line
Flag on his wheelchair flapping in the breeze
One leg missing and both hands free
No one’s paying much mind to him
The V.A. budget’s just stretched so thin
And now there’s more coming back from the Mideast war
We can’t make it here anymore

That big ol’ building was the textile mill that fed our kids and it paid our bills
But they turned us out and they closed the doors
We can’t make it here anymore

See those pallets piled up on the loading dock
They’re just gonna sit there ‘til they rot
‘Cause there’s nothing to ship, nothing to pack
Just busted concrete and rusted tracks
Empty storefronts around the square
There’s a needle in the gutter and glass everywhere
You don’t come down here unless you’re looking to score
We can’t make it here anymore

The bar’s still open but man it’s slow
The tip jar’s light and the register’s low
The bartender don’t have much to say
The regular crowd gets thinner each day
Some have maxed out all their credit cards
Some are working two jobs and living in cars
Minimum wage won’t pay for a roof, won’t pay for a drink
If you gotta have proof just try it yourself Mr. CEO
See how far $5.15 an hour will go
Take a part time job at one your stores
Bet you can’t make it here anymore

There’s a 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 what’ll she do
Forget the career, forget about school
Can she live on faith? Live on hope?
High on Jesus or hooked on dope
When it’s way too late to just say no
You can’t make it here anymore

Now I’m stocking shirts in the Wal-Mart store
Just like the ones we made before
‘ Cept this one came from Singapore
I guess we can’t make it here anymore

Should I hate a people for the shade of their skin
Or the shape of their eyes or the shape I’m 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
They’ve never known want, they’ll never know need
Their shit don’t stink and their kids won’t bleed
Their kids won’t bleed in their damn little war
And we can’t 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
So let ‘em eat jellybeans let ‘em eat cake
Let ‘em eat shit, whatever it takes
They can join the Air Force, or join the Corps
If they can’t make it here anymore

So that’s how it is, that’s 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 you’re listening at all
Get out of that limo, look us in the eye
Call us on the cell phone tell us all why

In Dayton Ohio or Portland Maine
Or a cotton gin out on the great high plains
That’s done closed down along with the school
And the hospital and the swimming pool
Dust devils dance in the noonday heat
There’s rats in the alley and trash in the street
Gang graffiti on a boxcar door
We can’t make it here anymore

2 comments:

  1. What the president should have said last night13 February 2013 at 00:18

    Ladies and Gentlemen,

    Let's cut to the chase. I'm a complete fack. I was manufactured by Rothschild via the CIA multi-shub program and my ass was picked. I never was in court. I never wrote a single law review paper at Harvard. My past is sealed so you don't find out I have done absolutely nothing my whole life. I am an actor, a puppet for Rothschild and the .01%.

    I learn my lines and do not make a single decision about anything myself. If you don't like how the US is becoming an Orwellian police state - please take it up with my boss Rothschild, I just work here and deliver my lines.

    You are catching on to the dissasembling of the US. But I can't do anything about it. All I can do is warn you first the US dollar is going to implode by April 2013, then there will be food shortages, then there will be mayhem and martial law by the summer of 2013, then the FEMA camps will be opened for disidents.

    Mind control by satellites is ongoing 24/7, my bosses are genetically modifying food, Agenda 21 will displace 80% of land owners from their property, fluoride in the water to placate you will continue. We are making guns illegal so you can't defend yourselves much like the Bolsheviks did to the Russians before genociding them.

    I am just a cut-out. If you want to change anything, you have to speak to my boss Rothschild.

    Good night and good luck!
    Barry Soetoro "President" of the USA

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  2. so what makes the braindeadgoy...you know...

    LIKE SO BRAINDEAD ?

    recently met the writer of the song

    DUST IN THE WIND..

    he was working on a new song...


    http://edomsthorn.wordpress.com/2013/01/28/70452-2/
    They don't make that in China...

    kindly a reply to the one above..

    you know...

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