Crossin' the land on vacation
Saw lots of families so much like ours
All they got left piled in their cars
Can't get those desperate faces off our minds
But now we're stuck on that same road
Company shipped our jobs to Mexico
Soup is good food you made a good meal
But do't blame us blame the Japanese
Seasons of rust age of decline
Make cars that fall apart people get wise
More sour greaps that never turn into wine
Just burgers of wrath
Reached the Northwest ther's nothin' left
Forest strip-mined away the fish are dead
Executives twist things around
Got people they wiped out all blaming owls
The ranger says she hates to as she kicks us out
Our 30 days are up at this campground
Tourist yell, "Get a job!"
There's none around just burgers of wrath
Par for the curse we're on the streets
Whole family beggin' change in Fog City
New job don't mean roof o'er our heads
Can't save nough for first and last month's rent
Try not to snap don't hit the kids
It's bad enough growin' up like this
A stronger space guard shines a light
We huddle in our locker quiet as mice
Just like mice
We've even got tuberculosis on the rise
Thousand more banks fail yet the crisis is denied
President says, "Sacrifice..."
There's no new deal this time
Just burgers of wrath
More burgers of wrath
