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The assembly plant moved to Mexico

The domestic sales started getting slow

But the bills kept pouring in me

And Beck took it on the chin

And the day the landlord threw us out

Becky she threw in the towel

She had enough at last

Of these modern grapes of wrath

Saddam Hussein still has a job but I don't

Tonight he'll sleep in a big warm bed but I won't

You'll see me standing in front of a bus stop both

With a sign that reads will work for food

And later I'll take my place around the trash barrel fire

Where's the pot of gold for a street man named desire

It seems like a million years ago

I faced each day full of hope

Honest labor with my hands

Making a livin', making plans

Well, I never was much at drinking before

But these days its all that

Keeps me warm

Its still hard to believe

This could ever happen to me

Saddam Hussein still has a job but I don't

Tonight he'll sleep in a big warm bed but I won't

You'll see me standing in front of a bus stop both

With a sign that reads will work for food

And later I'll take my place around the trash barrel fire

Where's the pot of gold for a street man named Desire

Saddam Hussein still has a job but I don't

Tonight he'll sleep in a big warm bed but I won't

You'll see me standing in front of a bus stop both

With a sign that reads will work for food

And later I'll take my place around the trash barrel fire

Where's the pot of gold for a street man named Desire

The President still has a job but I don't

Tonight he'll sleep in a big warm bed but I won't

You'll see me standing in front of a bus stop both

With a sign that reads will work for food

And later I'll take my place around the trash barrel fire

Where's the pot of gold for a street man named Desire

Where's the pot of gold for a street man named Desire