Legacy Lyrics - The Gone Jackals

December '61. 

My dad's wages light. 

Still on that salary 

We, all four, could sleep tight. 

Right now if you drank from 

That very same well, 

You'd need a run of luck 

To score a bed in a trick hotel. 

Is this the legacy of 

Too much for too few 

That I see? 

The kind of legacy that's 

Tossin' some good men 

To their knees. 

The 'great society's' 

Maligned concrete cage 

Sits dead and vacant now - 

At least it kept out rain. 

With all those corners cut 

The cracks grow wide and near. 

I heard some cash was saved 

But where it's gone ain't clear.. 

Who goes down next I don't know. 

I don't know nothin' anymore. 

Tomorrow's legacy that's 

Layin' in state 

Awaits reprieve. 

I always thought that when a man goes down 

You do your best to pick him up. 

But how can the milk of kindness trickle down 

When it's syphoned off and cheats the cup?