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 $#&@ do I!

You got problems? get the $#&@ 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 !@#$ 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.