A World that is falling away
A body that is in continual decay

Continually filling myself
With food each day

Not even two bowls
Of popped corn
With brummel and brown
Made the empty feeling go away

I guess it is this environment
That gets me down

Not enough love in my life
That makes me frown

And to have to live
With a mindless human being
The rest of her days
Spent in front of the news
It seems

I like my job
And I want to do it everyday
Also I have bills to pay

But in America
There is not enough work
Anymore

For America there
Are hard times in store