Voice of the Poor - Jaya The Cat

And when you said it was gonna be all-right

we almost believed you

It’s the voice of the poor

In a dying land

The drunk and the drugged and the damned

Emergency broadcast

Straight out of babylon system

As the night comes in

It’s the voice of the poor

In a dying land

The drunk and the drugged and the damned

and it seems like sometimes

that you’re never gonna win

and it all comes apart in the end

Punch the clock and you suffer in silence

Night’s marked on the barstool spell out your sentence

The table’s fixed, take what you can get

They cup your drinks while they steal your chips

It’s just a hand-out given with a fist

Forced inoculation from self-improvement

Sometimes you take just what you can get

And if you rock the boat only you get wet

You want answers, so the fuck do I

You got problems, get the fuck in line

And this world seems wicked and unpure

And everyday you wake up it’s just

It’s the voice of the poor

In a dying land

The drunk and the drugged and the damned

Live and direct through the radio silence

Loud into the emptyness

and as the rain falls over the faithless

I know there’s a way but I just can’t explain it

nothing to offer, nothing to give

happiness in this world is so goddamn expensive

Lockdown the borders but the lines stay open

Mainframe is hacked and the code is broken

Shots ring out in the financial district

As the words of the prophets are twisted

They die for your sins but the bills keep coming in

And it’s never gonna end

It’s the voice of the poor

In a dying land

The drunk and the drugged and the damned

Emergency broadcast

Straight out of babylon system

As the night comes in

It’s the voice of the poor

And when you said it was gonna be all-right

we almost believed you