Voice Of The Poor

And when you said it was gonna be alright

We almost believed you

It's the voice of the poor

In a dying land

The drunken the drugged and the damned

Emergency broadcast straight outta babylon system

As the night comes in

And it seems like sometimes

That you're never gonna win

And it all comes apart in the end

Punch the clock and you suffer in silence

Knifemarks on the barstool spell out your sentence

The table's fixed so take what you can get

They comp your drinks while they steal your chips

It's just a handout given with a fist

Forced inoculation from self improvement

Sometimes you take just what you can get

And if you rock the boat only you get wet

You want answers? so the fuck do I!

You got problems? get the fuck in line!

And this world seems wicked and unpure

Everyday you wake up it's just like a war

It's the voice of the poor

In a dying land

The drunken the drugged and the damned

Live and direct thru the radio silence

Out into the emptiness

And as the rain falls over the faithless

I know there's a way but I just can't explain it

Nothing to offer nothing to give

Happiness in this world is so goddamn expensive

Lockdown the borders but the lines stay open

Mainframe is hacked and the code is broken

Shots ring out in the financial district

As the words of the profits are twisted

They died for your sins but the bills keep comin' in

And it's never gonna end.