Richard Marx Hands In Your Pocket
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 dom 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
Hands in your pocket
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
They've got their hands in your pocket
They'll take the clothes off your back
Hands in your pocket
Brother, don't ignore the facts
Oh, ignore the facts
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
Hands in your pocket
Brother, don't ignore the facts
They've got their hands in your pocket
They'll take the clothes off your back
They've got their hands in your pocket
They'll stop you like a heart attack
They've got their hands in your pocket
They'll take the clothes off your back
They've got their hands in your pocket
They'll stop you like a heart attack
