There's a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign sitting there by the left turn line
Flag on the wheelchair flapping in the breeze, one leg missing and both hands free
No one's paying much mind to him, the V.A. budget's just stretched so thin
And there's more comin' home from the Mideast war, we can't make it here anymore
And that big ol' building was the textile mill, it fed our kids and it paid our bills
But they turned us out and they closed the doors, we can't make it here anymore
See those pallets piled up on the loading dock, they're just gonna set there till they rot
'Cause there's nothing to ship, nothing to pack, just busted concrete and rusted tracks
Empty storefronts around the square, there's a needle in the gutter and glass everywhere
You don't come down here 'less you're looking to score, we can't make it here anymore
The bar's still open but man it's slow, the tip jar's light and the register's low
The bartender don't have much to say, the regular crowd gets thinner each day
Some have maxed out all their credit cards, some are working two jobs and living in cars
Minimum wage don't pay for a roof, don't pay for a drink, if you gotta have proof
Just try it yourself Mr. CEO See how far 5.15 an hour will go
Take a part time job at one of your stores I bet you can't make it here anymore
And there's a high school girl with a bourgeois dream, just like the pictures in the magazine
She found on the floor of the Laundromat, a woman with kids can forget all that
If she comes up pregnant what'll she do, forget the career, forget about school
Can she live on faith? live on hope, high on Jesus or hooked on dope
When it's way too late to just say no, you can't make it here anymore
Now I'm stocking shirts in the Wal-Mart store just like the ones we made before
'Cept this one came from Singapore, I guess we can't make it here anymore
Should I hate a people for the shade of their skin or the shape of their eyes or the shape I'm in
Should I hate 'em for having our jobs today, no I hate the men sent the jobs away
I can see them all now, they haunt my dreams, all lily white and squeaky clean
They've never known want, they'll never know need, their s * *t don't stink and their kids won't bleed
Their kids won't bleed in the damn little war and we can't make it here anymore
Will work for food, will die for oil, will kill for power and to us the spoils
The billionaires get to pay less tax, the working poor get to fall through the cracks
Let 'em eat jellybeans, let 'em eat cake, let 'em eat s * *t, whatever it takes
They can join the Air Force, or join the Corps if they can't make it here anymore
And that's how it is, that's what we got if the president wants to admit it or not
You can read it in the paper, read it on the wall, hear it on the wind, if you're listening at all
Get out of that limo, look us in the eye, call us on the cell phone, tell us all why
In Dayton, Ohio or Portland, Maine or a cotton gin out on the great high plains
That's done closed down along with the school and the hospital and the swimming pool
Dust devils dance in the noonday heat, there's rats in the alley and trash in the street
Gang graffiti on a boxcar door, we can't make it here anymore
