Sittin' on a milk crate morning noon and night Fantasizing the American dream You're lookin' pretty good and you've got yourself Convinced that the nightmare ain't as bad as it seems You try your best to hide yourself Beneath a turned up collar and a plastic bag Is all you got to show And your books inside your shopping cart Is probably the best education that you've ever gonna know The guy in the Mercedes just hollared with a dollar Better grab it cause the signal's turning green And while you're at it put the jug behind the picket fence Because the cop that just went by sho'looking mean Institution, contribution, restitution, destitution Doesn't mean a thing to you now You're the freeway feature film your audience is driving by So maybe you should stand and take a bow
(chorus) You're living in desperation And you never have felt complete You live in antecipation of another day on the street Sing with me
You're sitting in that same spot you want to go home But there ain't no home but home on the range You've forgotten what you look like And it looks like you've forgotten that The look inside your eyes is very strange Ain't nothing left to hide You're stripped of all your pride And all you feel inside is a hole a mile wide You're the freeway desperado and a perfect living model Of a land that hasn't any good excuse
(repeat chorus)
You're sitting on your milk crate With your blanket wrapped around you And I see you sittin' day after day I'd really like to talk but I know if I approached You'd probably get up and walk away You wishing that your home of the American dream Wasn't only smog and exhaust I love you desperado and all I've got to say is You let me know how much I'm really lost