Asphalt Ballet Outta Hand
I look across this land that I once called my home
I see the lonely face starin? back at me
My world, your world, everything sideways
Nothing matters if you wind up dead
Hypnotized by the almighty dollar
See my brother and he just sees red
Somebody save me
Nobody understands
'Cause there ain?t no tickets to the Promised Land
I believe this whole thing's outta hand
Brother can you spare yourself the time,
'Cause there ain?t no gettin? back what's left behind, well
Somebody save me
Nobody understands
'Cause there ain't no tickets to the Promised Land
Rich man, poor man, it's all one plan
When the ground starts crumblin, where you stand
I believe this whole thing's outta hand
Yes, I believe, well
I?ve seen religious vipers lyin, there in wait
For the man inside the office as he hides behind the gate
I hear my radio tell me lies everyday
And I raise my voice to heaven and I scream, lord there's gotta be a way,
'Cause there ain?t no tickets to the Promised Land
Rich man, poor man, it?s all one plan
When the ground starts crumblin, where we stand
I believe this whole thing?s outta hand
Yes, I believe
This whole thing's outta hand
Crumblin, all around me
