It's always raining in here Each time I walk thro' these doors Expensive suits and cheap whores And I'm always sorry
Money flows real fast Though I'm not supposed to touch But they always say how much They love my music
No matter what I wear It's always freezing cold And their teeth are made of sharpened gold Tho' their smiles are polished white
Lives turn into units In this building built with fear They breathe contempt in here And they call it the record business
Justice day will come And this steel will turn to rust And this concrete turn to dust And I won't be sorry My life outside of power I see myself in the faces Classes, groups and races Locked out of power
Workers Blacks Jews Children Ché Africa Cuba And I hear myself in their musicTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
