it strips you of all your identities
except one:you're still our provider
it seems to make gravity stronger
you're on your knees so often now
your shoulders sag so much father,
your head always hangs low
it strips you of your pride,it makes
you hold your hand out it makes
you hide your eyes
from milk buns to brown bread
from chocolates to candy,
unemployment has taken us a long
way
it's made my father
half a man.
