Hands In Your Pocket

We're all victims of the systemStill we love to place the blameWe're running out of choicesAnd there's no rules to the gameI'm getting tired of feeling this wayWhat can a single man do, what can he sayEveryday you walk the edge of a knifeYou're left with nothing at the end of your lifeChorus:They've got their hands in your pocketThey;ll take the clothes off your backHands in your pocketThey'll stop you like a heart attackWe put people into power but we fight our wars aloneThey take such good care of the rest of the worldBut what about the folks at home, oh yeahPoint the finger at the man you choseHe'll say he's sorry but it's just the way it goesHe sits in judgement like a king on a throne'Till that November when he'll beg for a boneChorus:They've got their hands in your pocketThey'll take the clothes off your backHands in your pocketBrother, don't ignore the factsEveryday of you walk the edge of a knifeYou're left with nothing at the end of your lifeThey've got their hands in your pocketThey'll take the clothes off your backHands in your pocketThey'll stop you like a heart attack