Roger Clyne & The Peacemakers Right Where We Want 'em
This whole town
Was built to bleed you dry
Will laugh to see you cry
Be strong, Love, our day will come
This whole town
Will scold you as they spill
Their wine you're told to fill
Be strong, Love, our day will come
Out numbered, outflanked, out muscled, outranked and outgunned
Take another long trip on a short plank at a dead run
But baby, we got 'em
We got 'em right where we want 'em now!
This whole town
Allows no moving parts
No room for human hearts
Be strong, Love, our day will come
This whole town
Would hollow out the sky
Forbid your wings to fly
Be strong, Love, our day will come
CHORUS
Yes, we'll pity those
Whol'll never know
Blue jeans, radio, rebel soul
And rock and roll
'Cause baby, we got 'em