Oh, great days of the past
You have kicked my ass
Leaving me wanting what I once had
and the days that made me glad
I never did complain
Maybe had a gripe or two
But none of that is the same
since there’s nothing for a poor man to do
Good ‘ole overtime
Gee, I miss you so much
The thought of rubbing together a quarter with a dime
to make a phone call for a conversation or just a touch
A fight with my boss
How formal and legit
If I packed up, it wouldn’t be such a loss
Now I be damned if I quit
Close one door
then walk through another
Now not even a whore
could be paid as a mistress or a lover
In the days of Me
I still worked towards the Big Picture
White lines made eyes wider to see
Testing done now results in scales of the Richter
I used to could ask for a stamp
and not sound rude
Now I’m seen as a tramp
like I’m seeking a handout or some food
I would vote and not think
what a difference it would make
Able to wash my hair in the sink
instead of fully bathing now in a lake
At least I had a roof
That is, over my head
Lying in living proof
that I wasn’t better off dead
What good is being covered
When there is a co I have to pay
I still feel like I’m being smothered
even though I saved for a rainy day
On my hands and knees
I pray for down here and to what’s up above
Maybe someone will hear my begs and pleas
and show me a little love
Did I take a lot for granted
back when times were good?
Being numb has made my eyes slanted
like most others in my neighborhood
Oh, great days of the past
You have truly kicked my ass
Leaving me wanting what I once had
and making me wish I had been a little more bad