There's a black man with a black cat livin' in a black neighborhood

He's got an interstate runnin' through his front yard

You know he thinks that he's got it so good

And there's a woman in the kitchen cleanin' up the evenin' slop

And he looks at her and says, "Hey darlin', I can remember when 

You could stop a clock."



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Oh but ain't that America for you and me

Ain't that America somethin' to see baby 

Ain't that America home of the free

Little pink houses for you and me



There's a young man in a t-shirt

Listenin' to a rockin' rollin' station

He's got greasy hair, greasy smile

He says, "Lord this must be my destination."

'Cause they told me when I was younger

"Boy you're gonna be president."

But just like everything else those old crazy dreams

Just kinda came and went



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Well there's people and more people

What do they know know know

Go to work in some high rise

And vacation down at the Gulf of Mexico

Ooh yeah

And there's winners and there's losers

But they ain't no big deal

'Cause the simple man baby pays for the thrills, the bills, 

The pills that kill



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