how bout you

i know where i come from: how 'bout you?

i don't need baggy clothes

or rings in my nose to be cool. the scars on my knuckles

match these scuffs on these cowboy boots. an' there's a whole lot more like me: how 'bout you?

i punch the clock tryin' to make it to the top: how 'bout you?

i ain't got no blue-blood trust fund

i can dip in to. yeah

i wish uncle sam would give a damn

about the man who's collar's blue. but if he don't

hell

i'll make it on my own: how 'bout you?

an' how 'bout you?

do you feel the way i do?

to tell the truth

i think we're the chosen few. but that's just me: how 'bout you?

i still say: yes