Death & Taxes

from Hope Is All We Have by Steve Layman

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Sometimes, I’m glad my grandfather is dead.
'Cause if he could see the world his kids have made
He’d put a bullet in his head.

He’d be ashamed of all the debts that they have earned;
How they want what they don’t need
And buy what they can’t afford.

Where is the fire that once made this country great?
Did we sell it off to refinance our luxurious estates?
To keep the lawns green, keep the kids safe?
To give ourselves a little piece of mind…
That you won't wake up from the American Dream.

And now it’s been left to us;
The aftermath of decades
Of our parent’s negligence.

A mountain of debt that towers over the city skylines;
Where the privledged one percent can look down
On the helpless ninety-nine

Here, there are more Wal-Marts than hospitals.
There are more people in prisons than there are in public schools.
And the price of an oil drum is cause for a war.
And the dollar replaced our gods back in 1984

Where is the fire that once made this country great?
Did we sell it off to refinance our luxurious estates?
To keep the lawns green, keep the kids safe?
To give ourselves a little piece of mind…
That you won’t wake up to find that
Your culture has been bought and sold.

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from Hope Is All We Have, released September 26, 2013

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