There's a black man, with a black cat   Living in a black neighbourhood.    He's got an interstate running through his front yard   Ya know he thinks, he's got it so good.    And there's a women, in the kitchen   Cleaning up the evenin' slop.   And he looks at her and says    'Hey darlin' I remember when you could stop a clock.'      CHORUS   Oh but ain't that America for you and me.   Ain't that America something to see baby   Ain't that America home of the free   Little pinks houses for you and me.       There's a young man, in a t-shirt   Listenin' to a rock n roll station.   He's got greasy hair, greasy smile   He says, "Lord this must be my destination."   'Cause they told me when I was younger   "Boy you're gonna be president."   But just like everything else those old crazy dreams   Just kinda came and went.      REPEAT CHORUS      Well there's people and more people   What do they know know know   Go to work in some high rise   And vacation down at the Gulf of Mexico    Ooh yeah   And ther's winners and there's losers   But they ain't no big deal   'Cause the simple man baby pays for the thrills, the bills,    the pills that kill      REPEAT CHORUS UNTIL FADE