Hands In Your Pocket

Were all victims of the system, still we love to place the blame,
Were running out of choices and theres no rules to the game.
Im getting tired of feeling this way,
What can a single man do? what can he say?
Every day you walk the edge of a knife,
Youre left with nothing at the end of your life.
Theyve got their hands in your pocket,
Theyll take the clothes off your back...
...theyll stop you like a heart attack.
We put people into power but we fight our wars alone,
They take such good care of the rest of the world,
But, what about the folks?
At home, oh yeah! point the finger at the man you chose,
Hell say hes sorry, but its just the way it goes.
He sits in judgement like a king on a throne,
till that november when hell beg for a bone...
...brother, dont ignore the facts...!

song performed by by Richard Marx
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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