Who Could Blame You?

Who could blame you, sitting happily there
Watching big screen TV in your plush, comfy chair
Eating takeout from fancy joints miles away
That you drove to with gas, filling up as you may
So your shiny new car gets here and there fast
And brings you back home to a house with nice grass
And a fridge stocked with food and a heater that's prime
Every piece, every drop, every last hard earned dime
Which you got from your job, yourself so to please
And only yourself
Who could blame you?
Not me.