Foreclosed Home

Walk out to get the mail I get a letter from W. Fargo They want to put my house in jail My job doesn't give me much dough Get up to an alarm Go to a micromanaged job Doing three positions at once All those seconds to hours become a fog I think of all the CEO's that brought this on I'm not the only one Millions know where this comes from Money, money, money Guess it's too late, it's done Really wish that a few decades ago When outsourcing and efficiency experts dropped in That the generation would have had the guts To value family over property The fact they didn't drives me nuts It's brought us to a depressing poverty Dead presidents on paper are pointless Big business should come with an ointment I realized a while back There's nothing more scary Than someone with nothing to attack So when everyone only has their families They'll realize the greed is a ****ery They can take my house They can take my car My dream was never to die with these My loved ones, They're what will make my heart go far