Eat the Poor
It ain't easy getting by today
Not like before
I'm working double for a half time pay And not a chance for more
No use in trying
No sense in crying, yeah Just keep on sighing We're all dying anyway
You throw me out and you pull me in Got the game, always win
You pay the money I give the time Need some more, stand in line
A working class musician gets an underdog position
Getting took and had
No matter how you try you always make the wrong decision And eat from your hand
Didn't mean to hide it
But I'm afraid you'd find it, yeah And surely never tried it
I've been lying all the way
You throw me out and you pull me in Got the game, always win
You pay the money I give the time Need some more, stand in line
No use in trying
No sense in crying, yeah Just keep on sighing We're all dying anyway
You throw me out and you pull me in Got the game, always win
You pay the money I give the time Need some more, stand in line
We're doing time on this killing floor Feed the rich, eat the poor
Nothing but trouble from door to door Poverty, just like before
Writer/s: Viktor Henriksson, Petter Heinemann, John Sijbren Leonard, David Ericsson
