December '61.
My dads wages light.
Still on that salary
We, all four, could sleep tight.

Right now if you drank from
That very same well,
Youd 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 thats
Tossin some good men
To their knees.

The great societys
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 its gone aint clear..

Who goes down next I dont know.
I dont know nothin anymore.
Tomorrows legacy thats
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 its syphoned off and cheats the cup?

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