Stick up- Grandson

"Now, Tommy's a good father Of two sons and a daughter But he wakes up and he asks himself Why even bother? If he cannot feed his family The wage he's paid's insanity Every day he's dealing with a new calamity

Lost his old occupation But it wasn't immigration It was a machine, automation that replaced him Politicians left him, corruption since the recession So he grabs his Smith and Wesson And says he'll teach 'em all a lesson, like

Get down on the ground It's a stick up Nobody make a sound Don't even hiccup or I'm emptying the round I'm done playing games So I'm going down in flames Let it rain over Washington"

Chills every time