Lyrics:

Don't it make you sick when they say, 'Trust me I'm your friend'
You know there must be some election coming round again
And what about when someone calls you haven't seen in years?
You know they're after something when they break down in tears

Everybody's after something these days
They're all on the take
Don't it make you mad?
Everybody's onward and everybody's upward
Stealing from my pocket
And stepping on my head

You might say I'm bitter, well, I guess that you'd be right
If you'd been through what I have maybe then you'd realize
But I was born with nothing and now I've even less
And the only things I'll leave behind are pain and bitterness

Everybody's after something these days
They're all on the take
Don't it make you mad?
Everybody's onward and everybody's upward
Stealing from my pocket
And stepping on my head

And the only pleasure that I get is knowing it