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This song is by The Gone Jackals and appears on the album Bone To Pick (1995).

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December '61, my Dad's wages light.
Still on that salary, we, all four, could sleep tight.
Right now if you drank from that very same well
You'd need a run of luck to score a bed in a trick hotel

Is this the legacy of
Too much for too few that I see?
The kind of legacy that's
Tossin' some good men to their knees

The Great Society's maligned concrete cage
Sits dead and vacant now, at least it kept out rain
With all those corners cut the cracks grow wide and near
I heard some cash was saved but where it's gone ain't clear

Who goes down next I don't know
I don't know nothin' anymore
Tomorrow's legacy that's
Layin' in state awaits reprieve

I always heard that when a man goes down
You do your best to pick him up
But how can the milk of kindness trickle down
When it's syphoned off and cheats the cup?

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