Gas Food Lodging Songtext
von Green on Red

It seems that no one has any faith anymore
Well isn′t that what we invented heroes for?
Got the world intent that I was through
Still the young man I know that that ain't true


That′s what dreams were made for
Staring in the eyes of the preacher who sold me down the river
Well I got too much faith for him to deliver
Guess I'll just be poor for the rest of my life

It's better than giving up the fight
That′s what dreams were made for
It seems a handshake means nothing today
Lifetime of work sold down the river for a man′s weekly pay

Guess I'll just be poor for the rest of my life
It′s better than giving up the fight
That's what dreams were made for