Crossin' the land
On vacation
Saw lots of families
So much like ours
All they got left
Piled in their cars
Can't get those desperate faces
off our minds
Mm-hm hm-hm hmmmm
But now we're stuck
On that same road
Company shipped our jobs
To Mexico
Soup is good food
You made a good meal
But do't blame us
Blame the Japanese
Hee-hee hee-hee hee-hee
Seasons of rust
Age of decline
Make cars that fall apart
People get wise
More sour greaps that never
Turn into wine
Just burgers of wrath
Reached the Northwest
Ther's nothin' left
Forest strip-mined away
The fish are dead
Executives
Twist things around
Got people they wiped out
All blaming owls
Hoo-hoo hoo-hoo hoo-hoo
The ranger says she hates to
As she kicks us out
Our 30 days are up
At this campground
Tourist yell, "Get a job!"
There's none around
Just burgers of wrath
Par for the curse
We're on the streets
Whole family beggin' change
In Fog City
New job don't mean
Roof o'er our heads
Can't save nough
For first and last month's rent
Heh-heh heh-heh heh-heh
Try not to snap
Don't hit the kids
It's bad enough
Growin' up like this
A stronger space
Guard shines a light
We huddle in our locker
Quiet as mice
Just like mice
We've even got
Tuberculosis on the rise
Thousand more banks fail
Yet the crisis is denied
President says, "Sacrifice..."
There's no new deal this time
Just burgers of wrath
More burgers of wrath
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