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December '61 My Dad's wages light Still on that salary We, all four, could sleep tight Right now if you drank from That very same well You'd need a run of luck To score a bed in a trick hotel Is this the legacy of too much for too few that I see? The kind of legacy that's tossin' some good men to their knees The "Great Society's" Maligned concrete cage Sits dead and vacant now - At least it kept out rain With all those corners cut The cracks grow wide and near I heard some cash was saved But where it's gone ain't clear... Who goes down next I don't know I don't know nothin' anymore Tomorrow's legacy that's layin' in state awaits reprieve I always thought that when a man goes down You do your best to pick him up But how can the milk of kindness trickle down When it's syphoned off and cheats the cup? |