Black 47 - American Tragedy Lyrics

Johnnie’s on a hot ledge*
Just out of college
He owe fifty grand to the banking industry
But the dude’s on a slow burn
Another unpaid intern
Four years just bought him some credit history with them
Bankers and gangsters, soldiers and dancers
All locked together in default harmony
With the financial chancers, and all manner of high rolling romancers
Livin’ out this American tragedy
Mary got a problem
20 years workin’
Gave her a pink slip - ain’t talkin’ lingerie
Closed down her cubicle
Hey it ain’t economical
You wanta move to South East Asia
Eddie back from Baghdad
Head it hurt so bad
Left a piece of it with the Jihadi
Buggin’ out at the VA
Mortgage late, benefits delayed
Go wave your yellow ribbons for the military
And all of our saints go marching through
Waving their red, white and their blue
Patriots and presidents say I got to live on less
But less for me means a whole lot more for you
Annie on the cell-phone
To her son in Dayton
It breask her heart to beg for sympathy
But she’s seventy and on her own
Gotta bum a short-term loan
You ever tried livin’ on social security