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Richard Marx
HANDS IN YOUR POCKET
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HANDS IN YOUR POCKET,
Richard Marx
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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 do, what can he say
everyday you walk the edge of a knife
you're left with nothing at the end of your life
Chorus:
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
Chorus:
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
Everyday of 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
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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 do, what can he say everyday you walk the edge of a knife you're left with nothing at the end of your life Chorus: 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 Chorus: 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 Everyday of 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
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