Stockyard Stoics - Land Of Opportunity lyrics

Mikey knocked down 12 years old Bloody knees and bloody nose Wipes the mud out of his eye Says "Dad, is it alright for me to cry?" 'Son don't you wanna be a man? Your fate is like a gun in hand "Land of opportunity" Don't mean your chances come for free' Tight-wound eighteen lean and mean Working hard and playing clean Two ends to burn, so much to learn Or so say the back-bent has-beens Two years of B's and C's at the J.C. Nightshifts at the Burger King A pretty smile and sweaty hands And Mike's a swift unwitting family man In the land of opportunity Not a goddamned thing gonna came to you for free There ain't no house up in the hills Just credit cards and mounting bills Six bucks an hour won't get it done And sixty hours a week isn't any fun It's all there for the making Michael's future is his for the taking Take the plates off of the Chevrolet A rubber mask and his old man's .38 Two jobs down third time's the charm An interstate bank with a silent alarm Cops run him down on the way out of town Shot thirteen times before he hit the ground Close his eyes look to the sky Close his eyes look to the sky Says "Father, is it alright for me to die?" Your land of opportunity Won't be the same as the next guy's on the street It's a land of opportunity But that don't mean you're gonna be the one That they're gonna listen to Or that they're gonna set you free For your country For your country For your country bleed