Under the Overpass - D.R.I.

Hungry vets carrying signs to our shame

Starving homeless soldiers

And who’s to blame?

Once protected our freedom and our lives

Now society has cut all ties

Once trained to defend our rights

At the risk of his own ass

Now sleeps in a cardboard box

Under the overpass

Under -- under the overpass

Like discarded pawns in a sick game of chess

Seems to be no place for them in this mess

A dime or a penny, whatever you can spare

They would work for food

For those of you who care

All used up and thrown out

Just like a worn out part

Keeps all that he owns

In a shopping cart

Under -- under the overpass