legacy lyrics – gone jackals

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.
but how can the milk of kindness trickle down
when it’s syphoned off and cheats the cup?

/ gone jackals lyrics