every city got an artery where the blood breaks down an avenue or a boulevard and a boy who wears a crown indigant live styles mplies simply lack of means dogmatical authoritarians dictate the cities remains
a promise to go to heaven wont put salvation in sight
Whirlwind is coming down on me
when the factory shut down so did the place he lived blood money for junk bonds by a white collar fugitive all the tax free insentives ain't going to help him now generations of job security gone out like the horse and plow
a promise to go to heaven won't put salvation in sight
Whirlwind is coming down on me
my old man worked his troubled life in a nowhere dead end he drank the pain away i'll be damned if that's me having my dreams robbed the working class carries a country that has been rotting inside for years the rigs cuffed my old man in the front yard i saw through my eyes of tears a promise to go to heaven wont put salvation in sight