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 And 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 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 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 © VEGAN BOY MUSIC; EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com