 My son said, Daddy, I don't want to go to school because the teacher's a jerk. He must think I'm a fool. And all the kids spoke reefer. I think it'd be cheaper if I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper. I danced to the beat, shut for my feet, wear a shirt and tie, and run with the creeps. Because it's all about money. Ain't a damn thing funny. You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey. They pushed that girl in front of the train, took her to the doctor, sold her arm on the game.