Legacy

December '61.
 My dad's wages light.
 Still on that salary
 We, all four, could sleep tight.
 ♪
 Right now if you drank from
 That very same well,
 You'd need a run of luck
 To score a bed in a trick hotel.
 ♪
 Is this the legacy of
 Too much for too few
 That I see?
 The kind of legacy that's
 Tossin' some good men
 To their knees.
 ♪
 The 'great society's'
 Maligned concrete cage
 Sits dead and vacant now -
 At least it kept out rain.
 ♪
 With all those corners cut
 The cracks grow wide and near.
 I heard some cash was saved
 But where it's gone ain't clear.
 ♪
 Who goes down next I don't know.
 I don't know nothin' anymore.
 Tomorrow's legacy that's
 Layin' in state
 Awaits reprieve.
 ♪
 I always thought that when a man goes down
 You do your best to pick him up.
 But how can the milk of kindness trickle down
 When it's syphoned off and cheats the cup?