Jello Biafra)



Crossin' 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



Mm-hm hm-hm hmmmm



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 do't blame us

Blame the Japanese



Hee-hee hee-hee hee-hee



Seasons of rust

Age of decline

Make cars that fall apart

People get wise

More sour greaps that never

Turn into wine



Just burgers of wrath



Reached the Northwest

Ther's nothin' left

Forest strip-mined away

The fish are dead

Executives

Twist things around

Got people they wiped out

All blaming owls



Hoo-hoo hoo-hoo hoo-hoo



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 curse

We're on the streets

Whole family beggin' change

In Fog City

New job don't mean

Roof o'er our heads

Can't save nough

For first and last month's rent



Heh-heh heh-heh heh-heh



Try not to snap

Don't hit the kids

It's bad enough

Growin' up like this

A stronger 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



Just burgers of wrath

More burgers of wrath

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