Street Dogs – Fading American Dream

Working hard from day to day now, I get a check that barely lasts

I’m just another no choice member in Uncle Sam’s desperation class

Finding it hard to face my wife, new kid born out of shotgun life

Twenty years old and I love them both, see no sunshine in our skies

Silently we pray for turbulence to break

How much more financial stress can we all take?

Getting closer to our limit

We chase the penthouse from the basement

Our current rat race, we run to stand still

This is our fading American Dream

Bad news coming in, these higher rent rates gouge us thin

The sands of time are running down as we slip further behind

Bleeding my family, they’re stretched too

Eviction notes, what can I do?

Twenty years old, feel my life’s on hold

Yell at a school-taught God, oh why?

Silently we pray for turbulence to break

How much more financial stress can we all take?

Getting closer to our limit

We chase the penthouse from the basement

Our current rat race, we run to stand still

This is our fading American Dream

Have we ever been above water?

Do we ever see ourselves coming out of it alive?

Getting closer to our limit

We chase the penthouse from the basement

Our current rat race, we run to stand still

This is our fading American Dream

I got no time no to go and cry now

Leave for a second job, don’t want to go poor

I’m just searching for my dignity

This is our fading American Dream

This is our fading American Dream

This is our fading American Dream