Was riding in my car all the way to work
Thinking of the man, feeling like a jerk

Nothing I’ve become was dreamt up in my youth
Lofty goals I had, a hunger in my tooth

When did I get sold and how much was I worth
Tell me this was not the dream you had for me at birth

Today I made a buck but now my tank is dry
Gotta find some petroline, prices gettin high

Every day a dollar, landlord’s asking two
Sixteen tons in days of old, now it’s thirty-two

Roundup’s in our produce to help make fast-food quick,
They DDT’d my BLT, now the cancer’s thick

Nah, I don’t have cancer, but the doctor sent the bill
Told him that I couldn’t pay, now the tax-man’s ill

Tax-man came a-knocking, stuck a needle in his eye
Promised that In God We Trust, he’d collect when I die

Now I’m digging grave-holes, mending fences ain’t the same
Grim Reaper’s plenty friendly, Hell, the man don’t know my name!

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Shane Anderson / Copyright 2005