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, oh, yeah
I'm getting tired of feeling this way
What can a 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, yeah
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
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
Oh, it such a fact
Yeah, 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
Brother, don't ignore the facts
Oh, they've got their hands in your pocket
They'll take the clothes off your back
They've got their hands in your pocket
They'll stop you like a heart attack
They've got their hands in your pocket
(Hands in your pocket)
Take the clothes off your back
(Clothes off your back)
They've got their hands in your pocket
(Hands in your pocket)
They'll stop you like a heart attack
Still we love to place the blame
We're running out of choices
And there's no rules to the game, oh, yeah
I'm getting tired of feeling this way
What can a 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, yeah
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
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
Oh, it such a fact
Yeah, 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
Brother, don't ignore the facts
Oh, they've got their hands in your pocket
They'll take the clothes off your back
They've got their hands in your pocket
They'll stop you like a heart attack
They've got their hands in your pocket
(Hands in your pocket)
Take the clothes off your back
(Clothes off your back)
They've got their hands in your pocket
(Hands in your pocket)
They'll stop you like a heart attack
- Rush Street (1991)
- Right Here Waiting
- Hazard
- Now and Forever
- I’ll Be Right Here Waiting For You
- Right Here Waiting For You
- Until I Find You Again
- Almost Everything
- Remember Manhattan
- Everything I Want
- Can’t Lie to My Heart
- Edge Of Forever
- Straight from My Heart
- Power Inside Of Me
- And I Love Her
- Angel’s Lullaby
- Falling
- Done to Me
- Right Here Waiting (instrumental)
- Thanks To You
- Image
- What’s Wrong With That
- Always on Your Mind
- When November Falls
- Fool’s Game