Dillinger Four Follow

Now I'm stealing cigarettes
And selling off to friends for rent
Plus a paycheck and still in debt?
I'm asking how could this be?
I know they know I'm beneath them
Even "Homeless Assholes" know my name
Now it's "Urban Flight" or cell for a night
Y'know it's all the same
One can tell themselves
About when "Going Gets Rough"
But determination just isn't enough
When over-time defines your life
This American me

Tradition tells us home own

Now the suits are talking foreclose
From sea to shining sea
Time was a war time economy
Was a silver lining to tragedy
But even those with homes
Are now those alone
In the land of the free
I asked for nothing
And I got it in spades
Worked for a living and I earned a cage
Now they say I look old for my age
This American me

Now I'm stealing cigarettes
And selling off to friends for rent
Plus a paycheck and still in debt?