Another morning and I'm awake

The same old thing but a different day

I want to drive but my tank is dry

The ground is wet with rain

Greedy people are pushing me

Needy people in misery

On the other side of town

People are sleeping on the ground

Look not far and you will find

A tragedy, the daily grind



Seems like when the times are tough

That hope is down and the price goes up

There's not enough jobs to fill a cup

And the streets are filled with shame

Here I am in a traffic jam

And ugly faces stare me down

And they call this the right side of town