Welfare Line Lyrics - Mdc

Oh, the line at the welfare line is way outta line 

All the folks in the street, in the cold, in the heat, it's a crime 

Looking like a line or mourners stretching down the block and around the corer 

Yes, the line at the welfare line is way outta line 

Well they say cutting AFDC isn't too race 

All those welfare moms getting fat on all that cash 

Well, I heard a welfare mother's son say 

"When I grow up, I'm gonna get me a gun 

and I'm off to Sacramento in a flesh" 

Now all the folks who used to call us "welfare bums" 

Now are on that line mooching cigarettes and sniffing for crumbs 

And as sure as the sky is blue sooner or later it's gonna be me or you 

Cause what comes around is familiar when it comes 

Now the poorest folks I know, just to eat 

Have to short the landlord and not pay the heat 

For the crime or being poor 

They get a three-day notice and a sheriff at the door 

Yeah, the line at the welfare line is way outta line 

Oh, the line at the welfare line is way outta line 

For a meal or a taste, or a bite, it's a waste of time 

For the want of cash to borrow, they'll tell you 

"Sorry boy, come back tomorrow," 

In a game designed to drive you out of your mind! 

Oh, the line at the welfare line is way outta line 

All the folks in the street, in the cold, in the heat, it's a crime 

Looking like a like of mourners 

Stretching down the block and around the corner 

Yes, the line at the welfare line 

The line, like the rate of crime 

The line, like a creeping vine 

Oh, the line at the welfare line is way outta line!