Текст песни Pink Houses

There's a black man with a black cat Livin' in a black neighborhood He's got an interstate runnin' through his front yard You know he thinks that he's got it so good And there's a woman in the kitchen Cleanin' up the evenin' slop And he looks at her and says, "Hey darlin', I can remember when you could stop a clock." Oh but ain't that America for you and me Ain't that America somethin' to see, baby Ain't that America home of the free Little pink houses for you and me Oh, baby, for you and me!