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In The Shadow Of The American Dream
I've been out there snorting polluted air
Now I stay inside, fighting off my biggest fears.
It gets cold outside as the ratrace bites your ass.
And the rags you wear, now out-fashioned,
Full of holes, reflect the soul
Now in tune with the condition of my cynical despair.
I reach for the remote control.
T.V. soothes my aching soul
As I hear about war in Bosnia and murder in Somalia.
I find myself more cheerful even though I have no job.
And so I promise wife and children our capital will increase
As we listen to Slick Willie in his presidential speech
Blaming Ronnie Actor Reagan for the troubles we now reap.
And I get me fifty credit cards; American dollar has gone sour.
Buy a house out in suburbia with an American backyard.
In only ten years you will see me, another homeless face,
As I wander rather aimlessly.
There are no deadlines left to meet.
� 1993 Frank Cadillac
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