Listening to records in his basement
But it's funny how that life has felt down
And all at once
The anthem's playing loud
It's love of money not the market
Whatever selves will decide
And freedom yells, it don't cry
The flags they wave
Got in his truck and turned around
But there's no hell when you die
You gotta earn this living somehow
Don't worry
So don't look so worried
Pushing papers, swinging pendulums
At the end
To the Socialist Review
He said these fuckers push on you
You're good as dead without a bank account
Don't worry
Drove out through the crowd and the cops
And turned the sound
Don't worry
With all that trash at his feet
He got a night life, lost his day job
Fucking with the radio
The billboards shade
Drove out past that sickening sprawl
But I bet the stars seem so close
Anything to serve the function
At the end
He even got me a subscription
For the way we're feeling
At the end
In that unemployment line
You saw the dust and hurt
All of that filthy empathy
Old folk songs about the government
Out past that fenced in gold
At the end
Drove out past that center mall
And maybe he lost control
Or to occupy some time
The pools of piss in the street
The baseball game was letting out
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