It's always late when I get home
Working my fingers down to the bone
With my wife asleep in the tattered arm chair
And the kids already deep into their nightmares

It's hard to survive these bitter days
A few cents above this minimum wage
Doing it all just to afford
At the end of it all a six foot hole

Cause the little I have and the little I make
Is barely enough to keep the wolves at bay
Poor as dirt like nobody's biz
The part that hurts worse is passing it on the the kids

A country that's free shouldn't have all these chains
And a family tree shouldn't have nooses to hang
Battles are won and battles are lost
Poverty's best if it never is caught

Believe you me it's a bitter diseases
Gives more away than it could ever keep
You'd think all this I would know by now
As my days match their way continuing South

With daily reminders of not much can be done
Living this life under the thumb
I'll continue to live this day to day
Spending my dime with the pennies I make

All the while being kept deeply in debt
Where I used to tread is now over my head