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Strolling through the parking lot
With my Winn Dixie shopping cart
Piled high with my possessions
I’m a victim of the new depression

Downsized or reconfigured
What I got was fired, mister
My predicament was so disturbin’
That I drownded in a sea of bourbon

Chorus
Millions of Americans are living off the grid
We don’t give a damn how the stock market did
Looking for a meal and a place to lay our head
In the land of milk and honey, we're just hoping for some bread

I haven’t seen my wife and daughter
Since she pawned the wedding ring I bought her
Now I spend my days Dumpster fishin’
And going to meetings at the mission

But I don’t want your sympathy
I just want you to acknowledge me
We’re not so different, you and I
Why don’t you look me in the eye

Chorus
Millions of Americans are living off the grid
We don’t give a damn how the stock market did
Looking for a meal and a place to lay our head
In the land of milk and honey, we're just hoping for some bread
In the land of milk and honey, we're just hoping for some bread