Poor People

We should not be livin' this life like this
 The sink is chokin' on onion skins
 While flies give birth in our breadbins
 Box fans exhuming humidity's wind
 And we will be forgotten
 In a life like this
 In the morning the TV cheers
 As daytime soaps become our careers
 A lifetime messin' with the rabbit ears
 And we're tuning into nothing
 This ain't life like this
 We should not be livin' this life like this
 The mice are crazy from paint chip crumbs
 As the iron lung of the icebox hums
 There's cool ranch dust on our lunchtime thumbs
 And we treat each other rotten
 This ain't life like this
 We're poor people
 We're poor, we're poor
 We walk down to the corner store
 We walk across the sticky floor
 We're poor people
 We're poor, we're poor