RICHARD MARX - Hands In Your Pocket lyrics
rate meWe're all victims of the system, still we love to place the blame,<br>We're running out of choices and there's no rules to the game.<br>I'm getting tired of feeling this way,<br>What can a single man do? what can he say? <br>Every day you walk the edge of a knife,<br>You're left with nothing at the end of your life.<br>They've got their hands in your pocket,<br>They'll take the clothes off your back...<br>...they'll stop you like a heart attack.<br>We put people into power but we fight our wars alone,<br>They take such good care of the rest of the world,<br>But, what about the folks? <br>At home, oh yeah! point the finger at the man you chose,<br>He'll say he's sorry, but it's just the way it goes.<br>He sits in judgement like a king on a throne,<br>'till that november when he'll beg for a bone...<br>...brother, don't ignore the facts...!
