[verse 1] I’m walking again to the Liquor store. Can’t afford the gas and Tolls no more. A dollar beer now Costs me more than two, And I don’t know what to do. [pre-chorus] What this country needs Is trials and guillotines What this country needs Is good people in the streets [chorus] It ain’t good out here I ain’t seen a positive In my bank account, In over a year. It ain’t good out here For us common folk. The rich going to Mars And think we’re a joke. Let’s give’em a little fear Cause it ain’t good out here. [verse 2] The bills are stacking high politicians wonder why We all finally stopped believing Their bullshit and lies. Based on what I make. And what they take I’m eating ground turkey Instead of steak [pre-chorus] What this country needs Is trials and guillotines What this country needs Is good people in the streets [chorus] It ain’t good out here I’m getting robbed by Politicians and privateers. It ain’t good out here For us common folk. The rich are going to Mars And think we’re a joke. Let’s give’em a little fear Cause it ain’t good out here. [country guitar solo] [verse 3] I’m so sorry dear Please don’t shed your tears There ain’t even jobs As a Corner store cashier. Their computer even took away that career. [pre-chorus] What this country needs Is trials and guillotines What this country needs Is good people in the streets [chorus] It ain’t good out here can’t afford a PBR Let alone fancy craft beers. It ain’t good out here For us common folk. The rich are going to Mars And think we’re a joke. Let’s give’em all a little fear Cause it ain’t good out here. [conclusion] Between the gas and food All I got plenty of is fear Raise your voice let’em know We’re still here But it ain’t good out here.
