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



Now the poorest folks I know, just to eat

Have to short the landlord and not pay the heat

For the crime or being poor

They get a three-day notice and a sheriff at the door

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



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

For a meal or a taste, or a bite, it's a waste of time

For the want of cash to borrow, they'll tell you 

"Sorry boy, come back tomorrow,"

In a game designed to drive you out of your mind!



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 like of mourners 

Stretching down the block and around the corner

Yes, the line at the welfare line 

The line, like the rate of crime

The line, like a creeping vine

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