Struggle on angry father
Worry not weary mother
Your children are safe
In the hands of another
While they sleep you slip away
Who is giving them the news?
Four hours when you get home
Will they have your virtues?
Look at your children
Innocence so pristine
They are the orphans
Of the American Dream
The future for them
Is looking so very awfully grim
There's no going back
It will never be the way it was again
Our hope is taken apart
Just a brick a day
When they say they can't make it
What are we supposed to say?
Look at your children
Innocence so pristine
They are the orphans
Of the American Dream
(bridge)
We were crushed
By the economy
What we said
Was blasphemy
The whole world
Just turned away
I'm sorry, son
What else can I say?
Work your fingers to bone
Nose always to the grindstone
Your children must work
Twice as hard just to get along
While the elite drink champagne
Who is paying their dues?
8 days a week, 400 days a year
To get some slack on the noose
Look at your children
Innocence so pristine
They are the orphans
Of the American Dream
They are the orphans of the American dream....
Some ****ing dream....