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 emptiness
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
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