Easy for them, they don’t feel the hit, we do.
Easy for them, they don’t feel the hit, we do.
Quit the job, haul the kids across the country, sell the only thing they own.
You ain’t just outta touch with ordinary Americans, you’re from another planet.
Quit the job, haul the kids across the country, sell the only thing they own.
You ain’t just outta touch with ordinary Americans, you’re from another planet.
Quit the job, haul the kids across the country, sell the only thing they own.
You ain’t just outta touch with ordinary Americans, you’re from another planet.
Quit the job, haul the kids across the country, sell the only thing they own.
You ain’t just outta touch with ordinary Americans, you’re from another planet.