Richard Marx - Hand's in your pocket

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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...!