We're living the dream, yeah Nigga look like we'll, nigga look like we'll shoot at 'em Niggas look like we'll sponsor the dope and you sell 'em Nigga look like you'd snitch on a nigga, yeah, you tell 'em Nigga might think we UPS the way we mail 'em Fuck

Well I won't be caught living in a dead end job While praying to my government guns and gods Now it's us against them We're here to represent To spit right in the face of the establishment. And now I don't believe (ain't got no faith in nothing) Stand on

We had an apartment in the city Me and Loretta liked living there Well, it'd been years since the kids had grown A life of their own left us alone John and Linda live in Omaha And Joe is somewhere on the road We lost Davy in the Korean war And I still

'Cause we owe 400 dollars to the boys in the band Gas lights blinking on our broke down van We're living on truck stop burgers and fries Crossing our fingers for a vacancy sign Well who in the hell is gonna be pay these bills When one's drinking, one's

And we're living here in Allentown Well we're living here in Allentown And they're closing all the factories down Out in Bethlehem they're killing time Filling out forms Standing in line Well our fathers fought the Second World War Spent their weekends

There's a difference in Living and living well You can't have it all All by yourself Something's always missing 'Til you share it with someone else There's a difference in living and living well Had a nice little life A little boat a little beach

'Cause it's easy living, easy loving you The weatherman says rain today We'll saddle up and be on our way What's a little rain to a high ridin' rebel or two People keep searchin' for a reason why They say, "Life's a bitch and then you die", But I can't

Now the kids are growing up so fast We don't know what it's for but You know it's never going to last These are different times that we're living in We'll be soldiers for you, mommy and daddy We're soldiers now in the culture war We're soldiers now, but

Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear It's too late when we die To admit we don't see eye to eye I just wish I could have told him in the living years Every generation Blames the one before And all of their frustrations Come

More girls like you Wanna reach for the brightest star, set it on a ring Put it on your hand, grab a piece of land Girls like you make guys like me And raise a few, yeah Well, I've been living like a wild old mustang Out in Montana fields Might've earned