Now I'm stealing cigarettesnAnd selling off to friends for rentnPlus a paycheck and still in debt?nI'm asking how could this be?nI know they know I'm beneath themnEven Homeless Assholes know my namenNow it's Urban Flight or cell for a nightnY'know it's all the samenOne can tell themselvesnAbout when Going Gets RoughnBut determination just isn't enoughnWhen over-time defines your lifenThis American mennTradition tells us home ownnBut the timecards saying no gonNow the suits are talking foreclosenFrom sea to shining seanTime was a war time economynWas a silver lining to tragedynBut even those with homesnAre now those alonenIn the land of the freenI asked for nothingnAnd I got it in spadesnWorked for a living and I earned a cagenNow they say I look old for my agenThis American me