Poor People

We should not be livin' this life like this

The sink is chokin' on onion skins

While flies give birth in our breadbins

Box fans exhuming humidity's wind

And we will be forgotten 

In a life like this



In the morning the TV cheers

As daytime soaps become our careers

A lifetime messin' with the rabbit ears

And we're tuning into nothing

This ain't life like this



We should not be livin' this life like this

The mice are crazy from paint chip crumbs

As the iron lung of the icebox hums

There's cool ranch dust on our lunchtime thumbs

And we treat each other rotten

This ain't life like this



We're poor people 

We're poor, we're poor

We walk down to the corner store

We walk across the sticky floor

We're poor people 

We're poor, we're poor