Lirama

I was just a young boy, barely 17
A regular poster child for the American dream
I spent some time in college, tried to learn that system well
Left a problem drinker and cynical as hell

refrain:
They say there's two kinds of people
Those who have and those who don't
Some of us will benefit
And there's some of us that won't

Some people spend a lifetime
Trying to get over that fence
But I'm just on the corner
Spending my inheritance

I guess Old Father Time's put on one hell of a show
'Cause the older that I get it seems the less I know
I found the road to riches was just a private drive
Owned by politicians waving from inside

refrain

There's nothing wrong with me still I have to wonder why
Another day, another family tree lifts it's branches to the sky

Dined on good intentions, nearly starved to death
I gave the world my last two cents and now I live on what is left
There's never any medals, there isn't much reward
You gotta find your peace of mind in what you can afford

refrain

Well I'm back where I started, spending my inheritance