Song of the Underseved

Sing a song for the ladies walking the street With three little children And nothing to eat. Sing a song for the addict who cant seem to kick and dreams of a life of not being sick This song is for me and you With nothing left to lose Cause I'm drunk again Steady singin' The rest of us blues. A toast to the immigrants a cheer to the young who cant keep a handle on what is to come. Keep track of your family, keep track of your dreams Cause nothing is ever quite as it seems And we limp on though and our rent is overdue were stoned again but that's old news singin the rest of us blues. La La dee die, la la dee doh La la dee dah, la la dee doh La La dee die la lie dee doh loh loh dee doh Say a prayer for the drunkards entombed in the streets Say a prayer for the workers dead on his feet. All your high powered kings And divas and queens preach midschool values And tighten their jeans. And our time is overdue, And you try and make it through with our dumpster diving shoes Into the rest of us lose. Raise a glass for your mother and toast your old man Left dying in state homes, you do the best that you can. Surrounded by lies, surrounded by schemes (Of stepping on visions and stomping out dreams) not spoken or sung, but implied) And we read the social news and swallow some more booze Theyre marching us two by two Into the rest of us lose. No time for the homeless no time for the poor No time for evangelists Knocking my door We pray on our knees awaiting the call But one choice to live is no choice at all And people of color will lose As we long to stand to choose That is everything is so smooth and the rest of us lose. La La dee die, la la dee doh La la dee dah, la la dee doh La La dee die la lie dee doh loh loh dee doh This song is for me and you With nothing left to lose Cause I'm drunk again Steady singin' The rest of us blues.