מילים לשיר Legacy – Gone Jackals

December '61.
my Dad's wages light.
we, all four, could sleep tight.
Still on that salary that very same well
Right now if you drank from
you'd need a run of luck
to score a bed in a trick hotel
Is this the legacy of that I see?
The kind of legacy that's
too much for too few
tossin' some good men
to their knees maligned concrete cage
The 'Great Society's'
at least it kept out rain
sits dead and vacant now
With all those corners cut
the cracks grow wide and near
but where it's gone ain't clear
I heard some cash was saved 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.