Nothing Painted Blue
2nd Class Citizen
You've come to seek employment informationYour signiture slides off the applicationThe moment that you've pocketed your penThe census-taker comes but doesn't count youYou cast your vote, but what does it amount to?A choice of indistinguishable menAnd whether you cast one or two or tenThey'll treat you like a second-class citizenIn the street, the children all harrass youAnd their parents pull them closer as they pass youYour landlord thinks he's got you pigeon-holedThe underwriter turns you down for Blue CrossI hope you have a fragment of the true crossTo keep you and protect you from the coldYou're gonna need some real insurance whenThey treat you like a second-class citizenNow it's your wordAgainst their wordIt's the pure wordAgainst the swear wordSongtexteBut they can find youBy your accentNow they're behind youWith a blackjack, a gag and some muscle relaxantThe train stops at a classified locationThe PA blasts the names across the stationYou suffer every mispronunciationAs they shove you by the hundreds in a penYou're nothing but a first-rate specimenOf a second class citizen
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