Lyrics Whiskey Rebels

Whiskey Rebels

To Be Poor Is A Crime

An industrial strip in the shadow of downtown

Where tempers flare up when the lights go down

Cooking up a batch in a hotel room

Till one bad fume, the place goes boom

Landlord pigs they won't rent to

working families in Sacramento

Move you off to a drug infested

den of a neighbourhood, there's no justice

To be poor is a crime

Money makes me lose my mind

To be poor is a crime

First world nation in decline

To be poor is a crime

Working class in the breadline

To be poor is a crime

California land of the lost

rich get richer and the poor get tossed

2 million working poor last count

lights out in darkness and in doubt

Six, seven hundred dollar check, big deal

After rent got enough to left for one meal

Every new day I'm so numb I can't feel

Every night I dream of cold hard steel