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Duration

3:17

Genres

Rock

Lyrics

Rainy days are here at last Them paychecks never disappeared so fast Upside down in a house of cards We're burnin' through the cash buried in our yards Right down to the core, it's plain as day Baseball, hot dogs, Chevrolet... Everybody wants a piece of the American pie We all want a slice of heaven, yet we don't want to die There ain't enough filling for all the "Tom Thumbs" These days it feels like I'm just scrapin' for crumbs Poorly managed, managed anger What doesn't kill us makes us stronger We still have pride, and above all Got faith, hope, and the greatest of them all The bridge is out ahead, it's make or break And all about the choices we make... Everybody wants a piece of the American pie We all want a slice of heaven, yet we don't want to die There ain't enough filling for all them "Tom Thumbs" These days it feels like I'm just scrapin' for crumbs