Beat down like a pile of junk    Politically incorrect    We knew he deserved the best But he never got no respect    Six kids and an empty wallet    With a hole the size of a dime    Not a dollar or a dream to boot    He thanks God for a hell of a time    Here lies the middle class    What once was is now past    Our forefathers spent their lives cultivating this ?    One man army born and bred    Never cared much what no one said    Worked all dat till his fingers bled    He was a one man army    One day he bought a shotgun    And went home and sat on the bed    He downed more than a couple of drinks    That put the 's' word in his mouth    So the future is not so bright when everything looks so dim    Then he tought about who he loves    But thought more about who loves him    Too much pain and no gain    Suck the blood from my veins    I work too hard to have you    Take it all away    I see red when you see green    Kill us all when we turn 18    If oppertunity ever knocked    I guess we weren't home