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We Can't Make It Here

Theres a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign

Sitting there by the left turn line

The flag on his wheelchair flapping in the breeze

One leg missing and both hands freeNo ones paying much mind to him

The V.A. budgets just stretched so thin

And now theres more coming back from the Mideast war

We cant make it here anymoreAnd 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

'Cause we cant make it here anymoreYou see those pallets piled up on the loading dock

Theyre just gonna sit there til they rot

Cause theres nothing to ship, nothing to pack

Just busted concrete and rusted tracksEmpty storefronts around the square

Theres a needle in the gutter and glass everywhere

You dont come down here unless youre looking to score

We cant make it here anymoreThe bars still open but man its slow

The tip jars light and the registers low

The bartender dont have much to say

The regular crowd gets thinner each daySome have maxed out all their credit cards

Some are working two jobs and living in cars

Minimum wage wont pay for a roof, wont pay for a drink

If you gotta have proof just try it yourself Mr. C.E.O.

See how far 5.15 an hour will go

Take a part time job at one your stores

I bet you cant make it here anymoreAnd theres 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 thatIf she comes up pregnant whatll she do

Forget the career and 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 anymoreNow 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 anymoreShould 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 awayI can see them all now, they haunt my dreams

All lily white and squeaky clean

Theyve never known want, theyll never know need

Their shit dont stink and their kids wont bleed

Their kids wont bleed in their damn little war

And we cant make it here anymoreWill I work for food, will I 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 cracksSo 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 cant make it here anymoreSo 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 whyIn Dayton Ohio or Portland Maine

Or a cotton gin out on the great high plains

Thats done closed down along with the school

And the hospital and the swimming poolDust devils dance in the noonday heat

Theres rats in the alley and trash in the street

Gang graffiti on a boxcar door

We cant make it here anymore

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