Lyrics:

Beat down like a pile of junk

Politically incorrect

We knew he deserved the best But he never got no respect

Six kids and an empty wallet

With a hole the size of a dime

Not a dollar or a dream to boot

He thanks God for a hell of a time



Here lies the middle class

What once was is now past

Our forefathers spent their lives cultivating this ?

One man army born and bred

Never cared much what no one said

Worked all dat till his fingers bled

He was a one man army



One day he bought a shotgun

And went home and sat on the bed

He downed more than a couple of drinks

That put the 's' word in his mouth

So the future is not so bright when everything looks so dim

Then he tought about who he loves

But thought more about who loves him



Too much pain and no gain

Suck the blood from my veins

I work too hard to have you

Take it all away



I see red when you see green

Kill us all when we turn 18

If oppertunity ever knocked

I guess we weren't home