Five and dime got a glass of wine
got a bottle of tequila and I feel real fine
round here all the work has run away
and there ain’t much left to make the young folk stay
Drinking from the bottle and taking the pills
ain’t nobody laughing life ain’t got no frills
picking up food from the dollar store
trying to pay the rent and it looks like war
Landlord coming and no money to pay
end up on the street as a lonely stray
heat turned and off no way to pill the bill
trying to hide the cold in these stolen pills
that’s us
we’re living on the edge and we’re sinking like while we cuss
that’s us
we’re driving to the end of the world
that’s us
My wife is staring hard at me
kids are going hungry no way to relief
was love now it’s only survival
neighbours looking less like friends and more like rivals
banker man is mailing me
telling me to pay what I can’t see or believe
when the work closed down had nowhere to go
and the government don’t care they just put on a show
sad songs, trying to make ends meet
dreams of better days are bittersweet
Cheap liquor and gas station booze
trying to keep away the dead-end blues
that’s us
we’re living on the edge and we’re sinking like while we cuss
that’s us
we’re driving to the end of the world
that’s us
We’re driving to the end of the end
that’s us
we living on the edge and sinking while we cuss
that’s us
that’s us
Music to follow. I’m trying to avoid writing hiphop because I feel it might well be cultural appropriation. This isn’t traditional blues by any means. It resides in that darkl place of the southwest of the US
