The Good American is wearing many shoes
many hats--
while they sing the blues

working tirelessly through the night
in darkened factory's with little light

hoping to live another day
to raise their children safe n' sound
without hate, or -- drugs around

The Good American now works two, or -- three jobs
leaving one at half past six
all their children are home alone
they pray that they don't fall ill, or get sick
their second job they leave at four
before they stumble in the door
their third job is at five
Oh, man they're barely alive
they're blinded by bright sunlight
because they missed it in the night
a repeat of yesterday all over again
they just want their hell to end
The Good American never sleeps
like ants n' bee's or,  tired sheep
they just keep working
to keep working without sleep
they're just trying to stay ahead.
Barely a roof, some food, and -- clothes on their backs
these are the basics that they lack
their own country launching a war on the poor
they're just so tired, and so sore.
The Good American is under U.S. attack
carrying the wealthy on their backs.