* released on "Country I Once Knew" & "Songs From Western Settings"
You've always heard people say
No time, no pay
And there ain't no room for you
Your life has been criticized
Emotionally vandalized
And your ego has plundered to a fool
Seek a place to call home
Some protein wrapped on a bone
And a dime to buy you some time
Drink from the blessed water
In hopes to grow from the squalor
Wouldn't that be so divine
No it shouldn't be that way
Yet the bankers and crooks will play
And bury the rest of us
And you fat cat pounces when you fail
And when you're up he'll prevail
We've seen it over and over
When twiddle thumbs and idle hands
Bury the hatchet and make amends
Hell will freeze over and I'll be sober
No it shouldn't be that way
Yet the bankers and crooks will play
And bury the rest of us
As you drift in the arms of the wind
And recount all your sins
But it's not all your fault
As it starts to settle in your brain
A victim of this masquerade
Lock your thoughts in the vault
No it shouldn't be that way
Yet the bankers and crooks will play
And bury the rest of us
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