Skid Row Blues

Well I'm back on the road And I sure as hell know There's no turning back anymore I need a place and a date I'm latched to deadly fate There's no escape Well I'm wheezing here, and I'm freezing there With no health to care Where's all the money going to? Six hundred dollars is a working man's worth The people should be coming first The French laundry isn't so French after all You're calling us to stay, stay at home You're freely dining as we're shining Shoes from your throne We're in a void so what's your point Telling us to wait in line Your comments aren't worth any time Save all your pleas, I say no no no You tell us what you want us to fear and to fuss I'm sleeping in the city bus You'll snicker and you'll snarl out behind closed doors All the men and women disappear off the shore What's good for your pocket is a sin for your soul Your heart has a major hole Selling us to all your wars Spending dimes from 6 to 4 The Russies aren't coming anymore I'll drink to the thought of all my dreams gone to the drought I'll sing this very song