The Breadline

The foundation shakes as the dominos fall
The pockets are empty, the shelters are full
The prices keep rising in spite of it all
In a prison where no ones looking

Philosophies fly from both of sides of the fence
The light at the end of the tunnel grows dim
All the pieces are placed for a war we can't win
Where the problem outruns the solution
So you better save your tears, Mama don't you cry
Because where there's smoke, there's fire and the waters running dry
While politicians funnel money with the wink of an eye
We're going hungry in the breadline tonight

The entrepreneur's claw their way to the top
The squatters all panhandle, down on their luck
Everybody wants more but it's never enough
We forgot what we've got to begin with

The bankers count coins under blankets of gold
Consumers complain but they buy what their sold
And the titanic sails where the snake oil flows
And the sharks circle under the surface

Yeah you better save your tears, Mama don't you cry
Because where there's smoke, there's fire and the waters running dry
While politicians guzzle hundred dollar bottles of wine
We're going hungry in the breadline tonight

I've seen highways of people, all filled up for miles
They're dragging their feet while they carry their lives
In an old world that's dying they're trying to survive
Off the scraps of what's left to believe in

So here's to tomorrow for better or worse
We all make the journey from cradle to hearse
And it breaks you then takes you for all that you're worth
And the cycle just keeps on repeating

But you better save your tears, Mama don't you cry
Because where there's smoke, there's fire and the waters running dry
While politicians make decisions that could cost you your life
We're going hungry in the breadline, hungry in the breadline
Hungry in the breadline tonight