Every cities got an artery where the blind
Breaks down an avenue or a boulevard
And a boy who wears a crown
Indignant life styles implies simply lack of means
Dognatical authoritarians dictate the cities remain
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A promise to go to heaven won`t put salvation in sight
Whirlwind is coming
A promise to go to heaven won`t put salvation in sight
Whirlwind is comin` down on me
When the factory shut down so did the place he lived
Blood money for junk bonds by a white collar fugitive
All the tax free incentives ain`t goin` to help him now
Generations of job security gone out like the horse and plow
My old man worked his troubled life in a nowhere dead end
He drank the pain away
I`ll be damned if that`s me having my dreams robbed
The working class crries a country that has been rotting inside for years
The rigs cuffed my old man in the front yard
I saw through my eyes of tears