Oh, the line at the welfare line is way outta line

All the folks in the street, in the cold, in the heat, it's a crime

Looking like a line or mourners stretching down the block and around the corer

Yes, the line at the welfare line is way outta line



Well they say cutting AFDC isn't too race

All those welfare moms getting fat on all that cash

Well, I heard a welfare mother's son say



"When I grow up, I'm gonna get me a gun

and I'm off to Sacramento in a flesh"



Now all the folks who used to call us "welfare bums"

Now are on that line mooching cigarettes and sniffing for crumbs

And as sure as the sky is blue sooner or later it's gonna be me or you

Cause what comes around is familiar when it comes