Stockyard Stoics

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 dont you wanna be a man?
Your fate is like a gun in hand
"Land of opportunity"
Dont 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 Bs and Cs at the J.C.
Nightshifts at the Burger King
A pretty smile and sweaty hands
And Mikes a swift unwitting family man
In the land of opportunity
Not a goddamned thing gonna came to you for free
There aint no house up in the hills
Just credit cards and mounting bills
Six bucks an hour wont get it done
And sixty hours a week isnt any fun
Its all there for the making
Michaels future is his for the taking
Take the plates off of the Chevrolet
A rubber mask and his old mans .38
Two jobs down third times 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
Wont be the same as the next guys on the street
Its a land of opportunity
But that dont mean youre gonna be the one
That theyre gonna listen to
Or that theyre gonna set you free
For your country
For your country
For your country bleed
[ Land Of Opportunity Lyrics ]