Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Legacy, artist - The Gone Jackals. Album song Bone To Pick, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 28.02.1995
Record label: Blue Black
Song language: English
Legacy |
| December '61. |
| My Dad’s wages light. |
| Still on that salary |
| We, all four, could sleep tight. |
| Right now if you drank from |
| That very same well, |
| You’d need a run of luck |
| To score a bed in a trick hotel. |
| Is this the legacy of Too much for too few |
| That I see? |
| The kind of legacy that’s |
| Tossin' some good men |
| To their knees. |
| The «Great Society’s» |
| Maligned concrete cage |
| Sits dead and vacant now — |
| At least it kept out rain. |
| With all those corners cut |
| The cracks grow wide and near. |
| I heard some cash was saved |
| But where it’s gone ain’t clear. |
| 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. |