Rainbow

Progress reaches down from the sky Dropping bins and couches on the curb outside We'll spend the weekend filling the holes and caulking the cracks That stretch across the ceiling While the economic disaster destroys all the color and life As it slowly moves southeast And I'm like a magnet pulling the storm Oh, where can I move when it always finds me? Where else can I stay? There's a storm cloud pissing rainbows on the cubes that blossomed on our old street As the vultures walk the power lines They're looking for something to eat They wanna hear us scream, "We ain't got no money, we ain't got no money! You got me! Please don't take my love away, my home from me today!"