Copyright Kinkead 2000

I’ve been a snoozing and a bluesing and a cruising around,
I got no friends, and people always put me down
I’ve been sleeping in a cars and a bars with the stars
I got no food except for what’s in this jar

Chorus
I’m just a product of your industrial revolution
just a end to a means with no solution
I got no place to go but an institution


I’ve been pushed around all of my life,
last week a guy came at me with a knife.
somebody said he works for Mayor White
Whistle-----------------------------------------


Lead Break


Chorus
I’m just a product of your industrial revolution
just a end to a means with no solution
I got no place to go but an institution


Mr. Mike was a fright last Christmas night
He got me thrown outta town, I couldn’t put up a fight
He was having a ball at the mall in the hall
As I took one last swig of alcohol


Chorus
I’m just a product of your industrial revolution
just a end to a means with no solution
I got no place to go but an institution