Lyrics

We've all seen it
Read about it
Beg borrow steal
It's part of the American Dream

Rich people
They've got yachts in the harbor
Fountains on the lawns
Champagne in the limousines

Oh yeah I wonder
Why they have all the fun
And we're still under
Under the gun

Oh yeah it seems kind of funny
I know it doesn't grow on trees
They've got a whole lot of money
They never give it to me

Well ours Is a different story
We're working all week
And we barely make enough to get by
It feels like
All guts no glory
We can't get ahead
No matter how hard we try