Crossing the land On vacation Saw lots of families So much like ours All they got left Piled in their cars Can't get those desperate faces Off our minds
But now we're stuck On that same road Company shipped our jobs To Mexico Soup is good food You made a good meal But don't blame us Blame the Japanese
Seasons of rust Age of decline Make cars that fall apart People get wise More sour grapes that never Turn into wine Just Burgers of wrath
Reached the Northwest There's nothing left Forest strip-mined away The fish are dead Executives Twist things around Got people they wiped out All blaming owls
The ranger says she hates to As she kicks us out Our 30 days are up At this campground Tourist yell, "Get a job!" There's none around Just burgers of wrath
Par for the course We're on the streets Whole family begging change In fog city New job don't mean Roof over our heads Can't save enough For first and last months rent
Try not to snap Don't hit the kids It's bad enough Growing up like this A storage space Guard shines a light We huddle in our locker Quiet as mice
Just like mice
We've even got Tuberculosis on the rise Thousand more banks fail Yet, the crisis is denied President says, "Sacrifice..." There's no new deal this time