I come from a land where so many think is many miles away
Where many young people used to think they had a chance
It's a wondrous land where cigarettes are banned
We all work the minimum wage
I'll have ten bucks for a pack or a teaspoon
Of gas after an hour of work and their tax
And there'll be no Christmas tree
This year in our fair city
And pretty soon they'll be knocking
Down your front door
To tell you, my friend
You'll have to be in bed by ten
And this wondrous place is right in front of your face
I got a street sweeping ticket in ten feet of snow
While the dead city building's falling down
Got a parking meter in front of my house
A DUI for one beer
If you think it's hard, ain't got no medical card
My nerves are shot, my brains are teeter-totter
But you're all welcome over for supper tonight
I'm having beans and ice water
And there'll be no Christmas tree
This year in our fair city
And pretty soon they'll be knocking
Down your front door
To tell you, my friend
You'll have to be in bed by ten
And this wondrous place is right in front of your face
And I hope someday we'll see
A sad angel from heaven
Come wipe this sorry place out
With tears and all his rage
Come wipe away the sin
And let us start again
And I hope he does it right in front of our face
I said I hope he'll do it right in front of our face
I come from a land where so many things
Is many miles away
Where many young people