I was just a young boy, barely 17
A regular poster child for the american dream
I spent some time in college, tried to learn that system well
Left a problem drinker and cynical as hell
Chorus
They say theres two kinds of people
Those who have and those who dont
Some of us will benefit
And theres some of us that wont
Some people spend a lifetime
Trying to get over that fence
But Im just on the corner
Spending my inheritance
I guess old father times put on one hell of a show
cause the older that I get it seems the less I know
I found the road to riches was just a private drive
Owned by politicians waving from inside
Chorus
Theres nothing wrong with me still I have to wonder why
Another day, another family tree lifts its branches to the sky
Dined on good intentions, nearly starved to death
I gave the world my last two cents and now I live on what is left
Theres never any medals, there isnt much reward
You gotta find your peace of mind in what you can afford
Chorus
Well Im back where I started, spending my inheritance
