Hands In Your Pocket lyrics

We're all victims of the system
Still we love to place the blame
We're running out of choices
And there's no rules to the game
I'm getting tired of feeling this way
What can a single man do, what can he say
Everyday you walk the edge of a knife
You're left with nothing at the end of your life

[Chorus]
They've got their hands in your pocket
They;ll take the clothes off your back
Hands in your pocket
They'll 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
He'll say he's sorry but it's just the way it goes
He sits in judgement like a king on a throne
'Till that November when he'll beg for a bone

[Chorus]
They've got their hands in your pocket
They'll take the clothes off your back
Hands in your pocket
Brother, don't ignore the facts

Everyday of you walk the edge of a knife
You're left with nothing at the end of your life
They've got their hands in your pocket
They'll take the clothes off your back
Hands in your pocket
They'll stop you like a heart attack
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