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