I have nothing but bread and mayo
In my fridge
And my skinny dog looks good enough to eat
Right about now
I am so broke, I want to holler
Can’t even make sense with two pennies
In my pocket
I am starvin’ but I am proud
To sell what’s left of my possessions
And soon, the rent will be due
And my bank account is in the negative
If I don’t get som’ money soon
I’m goin’ to take a gun
And make a bank run
Jus’ to make some bread
And stop the creditors
Yankin’ me to prison
And my crime is jus’ being poor
But in America, it’s reality
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