Slaves To Gravity
Meantime
Lies from the canyon down to the coreDrip from your rich tongue and feed the poorBlood on the back-nine you rig the gameBlack out the blue sky and scar your nameIn the meantimeOn the front-lineYou know you’re rightsDown in the garden under the sunThere grows a sick vine in everyoneChokes up the roses grown for the graveDamn to the river shore to the waveIn the meantimeOn the front-lineGot my ray gunYou got your land-minesYou don’t see meBut I’ve got eyes on youYou don’t own meBut I’ve got rights on you
From Letras Mania