Gee wiz, please pass the salt,
It’s an asphalt party out there,
Workmen on their knees pumping alt rock,
Seventies and balmy, daily
Blue collar slide shows from these little windows of unemployment
Undercooked and overpriced goods
Outsourced
Labor disputes
New roads to nowhere
Leading the innocent
Pass the buck
Pass the salt, please
This food without thought
Is all processed and dried up,
Like America,
Plain Jane
In the cold, hard rain
Without a clue.
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