You gotta take up space
In a public place
Where you waste your days
What a fall from grace
Blues at the bottom
Man you really got ‘em now
First you took that loan
Then they took your home
‘Cause you lost your job
Man did you get robbed
Blues at the bottom
Man you really got ‘em
Man you really got ‘em now
There’s a ragged man
With his grimy hands
In a garbage bin
Now you live like him
Blues at the bottom
Man you really got ‘em now
And when you try to sleep
On the cold concrete
Under neon lights
It’s an awful night
Blues at the bottom
Man you really got ‘em
Man you really got ‘em now
(Stripped to your limit
With a vision of
What life might be like
If we were rid of
This big swindle of
Pricing life so high
Come and get a bit of heaven—
Your piece of the pie!
You can bet that we would never lie...)
There’s a big fat man
Who you worked for then
And he got fatter when
You lost you’re land
Yeah he’s getting rich
From this scam of his
But if you think like this
You’re a Socialist
Blues at the bottom
Man you really got ‘em
Man you really got ‘em now
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Writings by Thomas Radwick. Mostly poetry and lyrics. t_radwick@yahoo.com
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