This Should Be the Democratic Theme Song

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http://youtube.com/watch?v=jTW0y6kazWM

WE CAN'T MAKE IT HERE ANYMORE

There's a VietNam vet with a cardboard sign
Sittin' there by the left turn line
A flag on his wheelchair flappin' in the breeze
One leg missin' and both hands free
No one's payin' much mind to him
The VA budget is just stretched so thin
And there's more comin' back from the Mid-East War
We can't make it here anymore

And that big old buildin' was a textile mill
It fed our kids and it paid our bills
But they turned us south and they closed the doors
We can't make it here anymore

You see those pallets piled up on the loadin' dock
Their just gonna sit there til they rot
Cause there's nothin' to ship and nothin' to pack
Just busted concrete and rusted tracks
Empty store fronts around the square
There's a needle in the gutter and glass everywhere
You don't come down here unless your lookin' to score
You can't make it here anymore

The bar's still open but man it's slow
The tip jar's light and the register's low
The bartender's don't have much to say
But the regular crowd gets thinner each day
Some have maxed out all their credit cards
Some are workin' two jobs and livin' in cars
Cause minimum wage won't pay for a roof
Won't pay for a drink, if you gotta have proof
Just try it yourself Mr. CEO, see how far $5.15 an hour will go
Take a part time job at one of your stores
I betcha can't make it here anymore

There's a High school girl with a bourgeois dream
Just like the pictures in the magazine
She found on the floor of the laundromat
A woman with kids can forget all that
If she comes up pregnant what'll she do
Forget the career, forget about school
Can she live on faith? live on hope?
High on Jesus or hooked on dope
When it's way too late to just say no
You can't make it here anymore

Now I'm stocking shirts in the Wal-Mart store
Just like the ones we made before
'Cept this one came from Singapore
I guess we can't make it here anymore

Should I hate a people for the shade of their skin
Or the shape of their eyes or the shape I'm in
Should I hate 'em for having our jobs today
No I hate the men sent the jobs away
I can see 'em all now, they haunt my dreams
All lily white and squeaky clean
They've never known want, they'll never know need
Their shit don't stink and their kids won't bleed
Their kids won't bleed in the damn little war
And we can't make it here anymore

Will work for food
Will die for oil
Will kill for power and to us the spoils
The billionaires get to pay less tax
The working poor get to fall through the cracks
Let 'em eat jelly beans let 'em eat cake
Let 'em eat shit, whatever it takes
They can join the Air Force, or join the Corps
If they can't make it here anymore

So that's how it is
That's what we got, if the President wants to admit it or not
You can read in the paper, read it on the wall
Hear it on the wind if your listenin' at all
Get out of that Limo, look us in the eye
Call us on the cell phone and tell us all why
In Dayton, Ohio or Portland, Maine
Or a cotton gin out on the great high plains
That's done closed down along with the school
And the hospital and the swimming pool
Dust devils dance in the noonday heat
There's rats in the alley
And trash in the street
Gang graffiti on a boxcar door
We can't make it here anymore