People in a Circus

The kids are grown my bills are paid

I drag myself to work

A job that fishes Medicaid

A lure that causes hurt

We don't seem to care, as we push them out the door

The helpless lonely souls in need

We salivate for more

Medicaid, Medicaid. Can you give some up?

Medicare, where's our share?

We have the big tent up

Ringmasters' sights

Sell drugs for lights

And we don't have to care, no we don't have to care

It's sad to know down in my heart

I'm not fulfilling purpose

Assisting thieves who prey on these

Poor people in a circus

I hope that I may touch the lives of those that I'm around

I'm feeling really down

I go to workAnother jerk, In make up of a clown