Tic-Tac-Toe and Taxes

Mama's at the kitchen table, bills stacked to the sky. Countin' out the

pennies with teardrops in her eyes. The fridge hums

low and empty, but the kids still smile somehow. She prays the

Lord hears broken hearts, 'cause we sure need 'em now. They cut the

check that kept us warm. Said budget's tight this year. But the suits

downtown don't miss a meal, just toast with wine and cheer. They talk in

words we'll never know from towers made of gold. While we're out

here choosing heater lights in the freezin' cold. It's like the Government's playin' tic-tac-toe