It's a sick sense of justice when the poor beg the poor
Standing on street corners hungry for more
That wont feed their stomachs, its not what they need
Can't eat our money, we're starved in our greed
And thirsting for a taste of freedom, but drowning in it everyday
Its time for a change of pace from this breakneck lifestyle
Where all our feelings just get in the way
Of corporate success so we can build a fake smile
With copper pennies I earned yesterday
But maybe this small change can buy me a one-way ticket to L.A.
And out of the flames that lick our feet as we lick our lips
At the thought of an answer at our fingertips
And we're playing this song, though the melodies all wrong
As its played upon sidewalks from dusk until dawn
It's a means to an end, but this lifestyle my friend
Has carved out a distance that these lyrics can't mend