Standing in the road and it's rush hour Wishing I was far from this scene Standing in the road and I'm freezing It's hard to breathe
This morning I was dreaming of angels Covered in the warmth of their wings This morning was a different lifetime I've come to believe
So now I'm answering a million questions Racking up my legal fees Everyone's assuming I'm guilty
So now I'm watching as my house is raided Like I'm some sort of terrorist I thought that they were democratic, not an iron fist More like an iron fist
Sitting on my couch like a leper Interrogated sociopath One hand is resting on their holster the other their staff In my life I've been trained to respect them Bred only to protect and to serve Now I know they are paid by the wealthy The meek won't be heard
If I become what they had taught me that is wrong I lose allegiance to the country that I'm born The country that I am born
I always knew that they would find nothing No weapons, just a mind of my own This country was built only on treason These homes for the slaves Homes for the slaves Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
