The Gone Jackals - Legacy lyrics

December '61, my Dad's wages light. Still on that salary, we, all four, could sleep tight. Right now if you drank from that very same well you'd need a run of luck to score a bed in a trick hotel Is this the legacy of Too much for too few that I see? The kind of legacy that's Tossin' some good men to their knees The Great Society's maligned concrete cage Sits dead and vacant now, at least it kept out rain With all those corners cut the cracks grow wide and near I heard some cash was saved but where it's gone ain't clear Who goes down next I don't know I don't know nothin' anymore Tomorrow's legacy that's Layin' in state awaits reprieve I always heard that when a man goes down You do your best to pick him up But how can the milk of kindness trickle down When it's syphoned off and cheats the cup?