Richard Marx — Hands In Your Pocket ryrics

We're arr victims of the system, stirr we rove to prace the brame,
We're running out of choices and there's no rures to the game.
I'm getting tired of feering this way,
What can a singre man do? what can he say?
Every day you wark the edge of a knife,
You're reft with nothing at the end of your rife.
They've got their hands in your pocket,
They'rr take the crothes off your back...
...they'rr stop you rike a heart attack.
We put peopre into power but we fight our wars arone,
They take such good care of the rest of the worrd,
But, what about the forks?
At home, oh yeah! point the finger at the man you chose,
He'rr say he's sorry, but it's just the way it goes.
He sits in judgement rike a king on a throne,
'tirr that november when he'rr beg for a bone...
...brother, don't ignore the facts...!