These days have been tough and trouble's far from gone
The cash in my pocket cant buy me a coke,
something tells me somethings wrong
How can the world be broke
The news get worse every day, people losing homes, jobs and sanity
I pray there is there a cure for our recession,
before it takes hold of my neighbor and me
I'm walking down main street and barely recognize my friends
smiles have turned to frowns
help me pick love up off the ground
I'm running down main street trying to save myself
Left my dog and pickup truck behind,
its every man for himself
The American dream is lost in a cloud of banks and prayers
A new hero arises, a hope
A challenger of ney sayers
Our colors never run they say,
But Im watching old glory fade away
Time moves in slow motion, but the rugs are pulled much faster
I want to stop reading, but im intrigued by this disaster
I'm running down Main Street trying to save myself
Ive left grandma behind and stole her cookie jar
The cash could buy me a bus ticket
Only hope I dont smike it or stop at the local bar
I'm running down Main Street picking up pieces to save
Hoping that it all wont end up in a government grave
It may be broken but its mine, my Kennedy castle
Ill wake up and live, without tribulation and hastle.
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