Bastard Sons of the New Depression
By: American Anodyne
Well I’m out of work, out of luck
Uninsured and I’m pretty much fucked
All I’ve got is my momentary redemptions
Hard times they’re going round
You can see ‘em on every face in town
Every soul seems lost in the same progression
Chorus:
Mother look at me now, I’m out of work and I don’t know how to get
Underpaid for all my labor
Pop if you could see me now
Caught in a world lost in regression
Another bastard son of the new depression
Hard times they’re universal
Everybody’s got ‘em, they’re going commercial
There must be profit to be made in laying blame
Every day I do what I can
but I’m like smoke in the air without any plans
and every decision I can’t make seems to fan the flames
chorus:
I could take flight to another town
See all new faces and all new frowns
The same complaints in new destinations
But my grandmother still needs the grass cut
I’m happy to help, I guess it’s just her luck
That all my efforts build a monument to my frustrations
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