Everybody’s Got a Chance
Midday sleeping on a park bench
That lazy good-for-nothing slob
Old bike bungeed up with old stuff
Why can’t he just get a job?
But it’s more than two wheels
On a rough old road that brought him here
And if you knew the hell he’s been through
You might not be so quick to sneer
Everybody’s got a chance
But it’s slim as it can be
And those bootstraps wear out fast
It just seems inhumane to me
To deny a helping hand
Blame those who cannot rise above
Everybody’s got a chance
But everybody needs our love
She holds up the express lane
With a balance lower than she thought
And when they spot that EBT card
Everybody surveys what she bought
A pudgy deadbeat dad behind her
Huffs and turns up his nose
Says “I don’t want my taxes
To buy your colas and Ho Hos”
Everybody’s got a chance
But it’s slim as it can be
And those bootstraps wear out fast
It just seems inhumane to me
To deny a helping hand
Blame those who cannot rise above
Everybody’s got a chance
But everybody needs our love
We’re all products of our raising
We’re all fighting our own fights
We’ve all made some bad decisions
We’re all worrying through the night
Everybody’s got a chance
In the land of opportunity
But those bootstraps wear out fast
It just seems inhumane to me
To deny a helping hand
Blame those who cannot rise above
Everybody’s got a chance
But everybody needs our love
Midday sleeping on a park bench
Copyright © 2014 by Chris M. Wilcox