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



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Warren Dale Shakespeare, Rodney Price, Lowell Sly Filmore Dunbar
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