歌詞

HANDS IN YOUR POCKET

RICHARD MARX

作詞
Richard Marx
作曲
Richard Marx

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 single man do, what can he

say

Every day 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


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 kind on a

throne

'Till that November when he'll beg for a

bone


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


Every day 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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