Pink Houses

There's a black man, with a black cat Livin' in a black neighborhood He's got a interstate runnin' through his front yard You know he thinks, he's got it so good There's a woman in the kitchen Cleanin' up the evening slop And he looks at her and says "I remember when you could stop a clock" Aw, but ain't that America, you and me Ain't that America, somethin' to see, baby Ain't that America, home of the free Little pink houses for you and me There's a young man in a t-shirt Listenin' to a rockin' rollin' station He's got a greasy hair an' a sleasy smile Says "Lord this must be my destination" Oh, 'cause they told me, when I was younger They said boy, you're gonna be president Just like everything else, those old crazy dreams Kinda came and went Oh, but ain't that America, for you and me Ain't that America, somethin' to see, baby Ain't that America, home of the free, yeah Little pink houses for you and me Oh, yeah Well, there's people and more people What do they know-know-know Go to work in some high rise And vacation down at the Gulf of Mexico, oh-ooh yeah And there's winners and there's losers But that ain't no big deal 'Cause the simple man, baby Pays for the thrills, with bills, and no pills that kill Oh, but ain't that America, for you and me Ain't that America, well something to see, baby Ain't that America, home of the free, yeah Little pink houses, for you and me, oh yeah Ooh, yeah Ooh, yeah Ooh, yeah We all wanna thank you for supporting us for 25 years Thank you very much Chicago, thank you Thank you, so long (Hey John...)