Picture of the Kids

At the great concession stand, They hold back on souvenirs Mostly, wet stuffed animals in the rain They trivialize the culture And submit to their careers And raise the children to point the finger of blame That’s why I carry around A picture of the kids To remind me of the One great thing that I did I salute myself in victory In my company of one My badge of courage flashed for all to see Though I crawled like a dog from the trenches, Whimpering like a spoiled son, I’ll gladly shake hands with anyone not shooting at me And carry around A picture of the kids To remind me of the One great thing that I did Freedom’s weight is an anvil And we fashion our own chains Living under an uneasy image of ourselves But maybe we hear a prisoner Planning his getaway And invite him on over to visit our lonely cells So I carry around A picture of the kids To remind me of the Only thing I ever did