Текст песни The Gone Jackals - Legacy
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December `61.my Dad`s wages light.Still on that salarywe, all four, could sleep tight.Right now if you drank fromthat very same well,you`d need a run of luckto score a bed in a trick hotel.Is this the legacy oftoo much for too fewthat I see?The kind of legacy that`stossin` some good mento their knees.The "Great Society`s"maligned concrete cagesits dead and vacant now -at least it kept out rain.With all those corners cutthe cracks grow wide and near.I heard some cash was savedbut where it`s gone ain`t clear..Who goes down next I don`t know.I don`t know nothin`anymore.Tomorrow`s legacy that`slayin` in stateawaits reprieve.I always thought that when a man goes downyou do your best to pick him up.But how can the milk of kindness trickle downwhen it`s syphoned off and cheats the cup?