Those Poor Bastards
Ain't you gonna cry?
Hey, there Everybody's got themselves a horseless carriage All the gals talkin' bout a happy marriage And here I am livin' on this dead end street With no runnin' water Ain't you gonna cry for me gal? Ain't you gonna cry for me? All around town, they're buildin' golden statues I'm gonna kick 'em down with my steel toe shoes Then I'm gonna go to the dumpster, baby And dream about you Everyone just wants me to be their master To shine their shoes and say "Well, Yessir!" I think I'd rather crush my own gaspin' throat Than to face that future Aint you gonna cry? Aint you gonna cry, cry, cry, cry, cry?
From Letras Mania