Now I'm stealing cigarettes   And selling off to friends for rent   Plus a paycheck and still in debt?   I'm asking how could this be?   I know they know I'm beneath them   Even "Homeless Assholes" know my name   Now it's "Urban Flight" or cell for a night   Y'know it's all the same   One can tell themselves   About when "Going Gets Rough"   But determination just isn't enough   When over-time defines your life   This American me      Tradition tells us home own   But the timecards saying no go   Now the suits are talking foreclose   From sea to shining sea   Time was a war time economy   Was a silver lining to tragedy   But even those with homes   Are now those alone   In the land of the free   I asked for nothing   And I got it in spades   Worked for a living and I earned a cage   Now they say I look old for my age   This American me