Old Line Blues
if it gets any colder the pipes are gonna burst
it’ll rain on us while the debt gets worse
we’ll sell the wedding bands, we’ll sell the stereo but it’s never enough
we’re keeping up the rest, we’re keeping up appearances
but there’s always next meals like we draw our next breath
we’re waiting for reprieve, waiting for support but everybody’s got the old line blues
the revolution aint coming through, not on the radio
parades are gonna stop, the union’s got a plan
we’ve gotta get iraq, gotta get iran
it’s running like a vein, running like a vein
to their cadillac cars
rolling through the streets, rolling through the neighborhoods
we’re scrambling on our hands and knees
scraps from a government warehouse
we take it like communion
we’ve got the old line blues
they say the home is where the heart is
we’ve got those old line blues
heartless and homeless
we’ve got those old line blues