Crossin' the land On vacation Saw lots of families So much like ours All they got left Piled in their cars Can't get those desperate faces off our minds Mm-hm hm-hm hmmmm But now we're stuck On that same road Company shipped our jobs To Mexico Soup is good food You made a good meal But do't blame us Blame the Japanese Hee-hee hee-hee hee-hee Seasons of rust Age of decline Make cars that fall apart People get wise More sour greaps that never Turn into wine Just burgers of wrath Reached the Northwest Ther's nothin' left Forest strip-mined away The fish are dead Executives Twist things around Got people they wiped out All blaming owls Hoo-hoo hoo-hoo hoo-hoo The ranger says she hates to As she kicks us out Our 30 days are up At this campground Tourist yell, "Get a job!" There's none around Just burgers of wrath Par for the curse We're on the streets Whole family beggin' change In Fog City New job don't mean Roof o'er our heads Can't save nough For first and last month's rent Heh-heh heh-heh heh-heh Try not to snap Don't hit the kids It's bad enough Growin' up like this A stronger space Guard shines a light We huddle in our locker Quiet as mice Just like mice We've even got Tuberculosis on the rise Thousand more banks fail Yet the crisis is denied President says, "Sacrifice..." There's no new deal this time Just burgers of wrath More burgers of wrath