from the CD "Bone to Pick"
December '61.   
my Dad's wages light.   
Still on that salary   
we, all four, could sleep tight.  

Right now if you drank from   
that very same well,   
you'd need a run of luck   
to score a bed in a trick hotel.  

      Is this the legacy of   
      too much for too few   
                      that I see?  
      The kind of legacy that's   
      tossin' some good men   
                  to their knees. 
The "Great Society's"   
maligned concrete cage   
sits dead and vacant now -   
at least it kept out rain.  

With all those corners cut   
the cracks grow wide and near.   
I heard some cash was saved   
but where it's gone ain't clear..  

      Who goes down next I don't know.   
      I don't know nothin'   
      Tomorrow's legacy that's   
      layin' in state   
                        awaits reprieve. 
I always thought that when a man goes down   
you do your best to pick him up.   
But how can the milk of kindness trickle down   
when it's syphoned off and cheats the cup?    

Keith Karloff   
©  Leather Volcano Music BMI