The Rest of Us Blues

(John Fiordelisi)

Just for the rest of us, who don't have a trust fund, or the right genes or a winning lottery ticket.

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Sing a song for the ladies
walking the street
With three little children
And nothing to eat.

Sing a song for the addict
who cant seem to kick
and dreams of a life 
of not being sick

This song is for me and you
With nothing left to lose
Cause I'm drunk again
Steady singin'
The rest of us blues.

A toast to the immigrants
a cheer to the young
who cant keep a handle on
what is to come.

Keep track of your family,
keep track of your dreams
Cause nothing is ever
quite as it seems

And we limp on though
and our rent is overdue
were stoned again but that's old news
singin the rest of us blues.

La La dee die, la la dee doh
La la dee dah, la la dee doh
La La dee die la lie dee doh
loh loh dee doh

Say a prayer for the drunkards
entombed in the streets
Say a prayer for the workers
dead on his feet.

All your high powered kings
And divas and queens
preach midschool values
And tighten their jeans.

And our time is overdue,
And you try and make it through
with our dumpster diving shoes
Into the rest of us lose.

Raise a glass for your mother 
and toast your old man
Left dying in state homes, 
you do the best that you can.

Surrounded by lies, 
surrounded by schemes
Of stepping on visions
and stomping out dreams

And we read the social news
and swallow some more booze
Theyre marching us two by two
Into the rest of us lose.

No time for the homeless 
no time for the poor
No time for evangelists
Knocking my door

We pray on our knees
awaiting the call
But one choice to live
is no choice at all

And people of color will lose
As we long to stand to choose
That is everything is so smooth
and the rest of us lose.

La La dee die, la la dee doh
La la dee dah, la la dee doh
La La dee die la lie dee doh
loh loh dee doh

This song is for me and you
With nothing left to lose
Cause I'm drunk again
Steady singin'
The rest of us blues.
© John Fiordelisi 2021