Gimme What You Got - Don Henley

Baby picks off your plate-yours looks better

And she throws hers on the floor

Here, in the home of the brave

And the land of the free

The first word that baby learns is «more»

So you’re out there floating like a big, puffy cloud

With the pool and the charcoal

And the kids and the wife

'til the reruns of your dreams are interrupted

And you step out into life

And it’s still gimme, gimme what you got

I said gimme, gimme what you got

(i want it, i want it)

Gimme, gimme what you got

Now it’s take and take and takeover, takeover

It’s all take and never give

All these trumped up towers

They’re just golden showers

Where are people supposed to live?

You can arm yourself, alarm yourself

But there’s nowhere you can run

'cause a man with a briefcase

Can still more money

Than any man with a gun