Letra de Legacy
December 61.

My dads wages light.

Still on that salary

We, all four, could sleep tight.



Right now if you drank from

That very same well,

Youd need a run of luck

To score a bed in a trick hotel.



Is this the legacy of

Too much for too few

That I see?

The kind of legacy thats

Tossin some good men

To their knees.



The great societys

Maligned concrete cage

Sits dead and vacant now -

At least it kept out rain.



With all those corners cut

The cracks grow wide and near.

I heard some cash was saved

But where its gone aint clear..



Who goes down next I dont know.

I dont know nothin anymore.

Tomorrows legacy thats

Layin in state

Awaits reprieve.



I always thought that when a man goes down

You do your best to pick him up.

But how can the milk of kindness trickle down

When its syphoned off and cheats the cup?