December '61 My Dad's Wages Light
Still, On That Salary, We All Four Could Sleep Tight

Right Now If You Drank From That Very Same Well
You'd 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 That's Tossin' Some Good Men To Their Knees

The "Great Society's" 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 It's Gone Ain't Clear..

Who Goes Down Next I Don't Know
I Don't Know Nothin' Anymore
Tomorrow's Legacy That's 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 It's Siphoned Off And Cheats The Cup?