Lyrics

If wishes were wings, and I tried to fly
My feet would be planted on the ground
If hopes and dreams let to pretty things
Well, they, they would not come to me.
That's not my destiny

Those Jones's, they left me behind
No keeping up, they're out of sight
I'll make do with the tools at hand
Those big old cracks we're falling through
No safety net, some might abuse it
Now there's no safe place to land
Man, what's up with that?

The have not's out number them, but
We're slowly dying off, 'cause
They just can't get enough
Greedy pricks won't give out raises
Job postings are mostly bogus
But they damn sure get tax breaks.

Try and try, it's what we do
Work late at night, the whole day through
But it never seems to change
Man, this has to change

The have not's out number them, but
We're slowly dying off, 'cause
They just can't get enough
Greedy pricks won't give out raises
Job postings are mostly bogus
But they damn sure get tax breaks.

We're well past the breaking point, it seems
A class war is surely on the rise
While we get bread and circus, and nothing but sound bites

The have not's out number them, but
We're slowly dying off, 'cause
They just can't get enough
Greedy pricks won't give out raises
Job postings are mostly bogus
But they damn sure get tax breaks.

If wishes were wings, and I tried to fly
My feet would be planted on the ground