nickels and dimes

i wish that i had a native land

where i could take some kind of stand

strike up my own marching band

but i can't, and won't wish for it anymore


tax day it's just around the bend

get some more green paper to spend

there's just a few things i don't understand


where's my money, why's the money

worked so hard, for this money

not enough, not up to par

not up to snuff, got it rough

with the stripes and stars


my wallet, empty as a ring

weighs me down now it's too hard to sing

try my best to hold on to some key

but my voice has grown so weak

quavering voice of the people

will speak out, bells tolling the times

we'll cease to form lines, no longer be blind

when we're free, we'll be happy

with nickels and dimes