Father works and has too much on his plate
Mother works and comes home late
The kids are out running in the streets
Sister’s on her cell phone and on the net
Brother shows them no respect
Give him a credit card

Our house in the middle of the street
Our house proves our status is so sweet
Something tells you this family is in way too deep, how did it come to this

Father works hard but he’s home by five
Mother works, budgets every dime
The kids get all their quality time and attention
Sister helps get house work done
Brother does chores and mows the lawn
Middle class fueling the economy

Our house is now measured in cubic feet
Our house has no water and no heat
Something tells you this family was working hard, now the park is their yard

Father works and is supposed to pay
Mother works, no child support received today
Explaining to the kids why they can’t afford
Sister plays with her dolls
Brother needs new pants, his are torn
Doing the best they can to get by

Our house, grab a tray, stand in line to eat
Our house, families sleeping on the street
Something tells you this family needs help, but there is no housing to be found

I remember when the economy was good, people were working and paying their bills the way they should
We lived within our means, saved for those special things that weren’t considered needs
Looking for a job was easier before, now its not such a happy time
And I remember pay day, get your check from unemployment today
Then we were looking forward to time off from work and time to play
Now for better days we pray

Our house, taking in family put out on the street
Our house, living in a hotel, meals with no meat
Something tells you this is wrong, what happened to the American Dream

Our house, was our castle and our keep
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, that was where we used to sleep
Our house, in the middle of our street