Hands In Your Pocket lyrics

Artist  : Richard Marx 
Song : Hands In Your Pocket
 
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? 
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...
...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...
...brother, don’t ignore the facts...!