Don Henley

Baby picks off your plate-yours looks better
And she throws hers on the floor
Here, in the home of the brave
And the land of the free
The first word that baby learns is "more"
So you're out there floating like a big, puffy cloud
With the pool and the charcoal
And the kids and the wife
'til the reruns of your dreams are interrupted
And you step out into life
And it's still gimme, gimme what you got
I said gimme, gimme what you got
(i want it, i want it)
Gimme, gimme what you got
Now it's take and take and takeover, takeover
It's all take and never give
All these trumped up towers
They're just golden showers
Where are people supposed to live?
You can arm yourself, alarm yourself
But there's nowhere you can run
'cause a man with a briefcase
Can still more money
Than any man with a gun