Pink Houses - John Mellencamp

There’s a black man with a black cat

Living in a black neighbourhood

He’s got an interstate runnin' through his front yard

You know, he think, that he’s got it so good

And there’s a woman in the kitchen cleanin' up the evening slop

And he looks at her and says: hey darling, I can remember when you could stop a

clock

Oh but ain’t that America for you and me

Ain’t that America we’re something to see baby

Ain’t that America, home of the free

Little pink houses for you and me

Well there’s a young man in a t-shirt

Listening to a rockin' rollin' station

He’s got a greasy hair, greasy smile

He says: lord, this must be my destination

'cuz they told me, when I was younger

Boy, you’re gonna be president

But just like everything else, those old crazy dreams

Just kinda came and went

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

Ohhh yeah

And there’s winners, and there’s losers

But they ain’t no big deal

'cuz the simple man baby pays for the thrills

The bills and the pills that kill