comes soon enough for the working class it keeps getting sooner or later this is the game that moves as you play how does it feel to have your own bottle
lick a shot when I heat up the spot I'm taking from the have's 'cause to be the have nots Lick a shot when I heat up the spot Boy, where you gonna run
soon enough for the working class It keeps gettin' sooner or later This is the game that moves as you play How does it feel to have your own bottle
I know you're not playing around But I know you will But what do you say When things just won't got your way? Cut around and surround us I know
Feel Like I Could Die Here Killed By Boredom Holding The Pieces Pieces Of Our Lives Here Wasted Time Have Nots And Heartbreak I Know It Must Have
Well I?ve been brave, and I have been there for my friends, and I?ve been enslaved by stupid shit that should have surely meant my end, prior convictions
[Chorus:] You get what you give but you ain?t giving shit, so don?t act so surprised when you start taking hits, you?ll lose all you take, man, when takes
Dead man walking like a wind up toy, plodding, never plotting for the things that bring him joy, living in the movies like he?s celluloid, and then it
like common welfare is our raison d?etre, you know we could have built those buildings out of real concrete, could have given them clean water and healthy
you gotta survive... I got a Louisville Slugger in the back of my ride, make the call and I'll be there by your side, hey girl you don't have to take
what I?m teaching and you?ll see that true salvation lies today, in a blood streak, in a blood streak on the street. [Pre-Chorus:] Well who knows what the kid could have
The waves of acute sadness, hued by ambivalent bliss, and of all of the things, the madness I miss. I just need a change but pay no mind, the life
first. I can tell when I look in your eyes, behind that brave face I know you?re terrified. What I?m trying to say is you don?t have to run, back to
Never wanted nothing other than to sing along with you all living under the radar. But now we?re cleaning up the rubble from all the shit we never wanted
There's gonna be a riot it starts with this sound everybody on the dancefloor have nots are coming 'round they took away our right now to protest in
So a spark quick became a charge, turned into the current between the stars, from the coast back to where you are like a siren?s call, and maybe it was
This is not a plea for peace but a call to war though some shall decease and some shall suffer more some see the light and turn and fight knowing that
1 in 4 were on the shores, now they're begging and they're bribing in the post-war cold, t he scattered shells their internal wars, the broken the discarded
