Legacy — текст песни (Gone Jackals, The)

December `61.
my Dad`s wages light.
Still on that salary
we, all four, could sleep tight.
Right now if you drank from
that very same well,
you`d 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 that`s
tossin` some good men
to their knees.
The Great Society`s
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 it`s gone ain`t clear..

Who goes down next I don`t know.
I don`t know nothin`
anymore.
Tomorrow`s legacy that`s
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 it`s syphoned off and cheats the cup?