Now I'm stealing cigarettes
And selling off to friends for rent
Plus a paycheck and still in debt?
I'm asking how could this be?
I know they know I'm beneath them
Even "Homeless Assholes" know my name
Now it's "Urban Flight" or cell for a night
Y'know it's all the same
One can tell themselves
About when "Going Gets Rough"
But determination just isn't enough
When over-time defines your life
This American me

Tradition tells us home own
But the timecards saying no go
Now the suits are talking foreclose
From sea to shining sea
Time was a war time economy
Was a silver lining to tragedy
But even those with homes
Are now those alone
In the land of the free
I asked for nothing
And I got it in spades
Worked for a living and I earned a cage
Now they say I look old for my age
This American me

Lyrics submitted by MizunoPunk

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    General CommentCan't believe almost a year has gone by and not one comment on this song

    Incredibly timely portrayal of living in modern America complete with all the economic and social pressures that go into daily life
    bad_fish4444on August 27, 2009   Link

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