Give me time like medicine
Art like war
I had patience but it's ending
I've have hungered for no more
Death on the streets
Hatred on the walls
Give me mercy in the breadline
Take my justice in the courts
Mock it in your headlines
Watch it like a sport
Death on the streets
Hatred on the walls
Show me how to make a living
Can you be an honest man
With a foot in the door
Of an industry so rotten
Self-serving to the core
Blood on your hands
Smile on your face
There's no audience for your insanity
That's what makes a star shine bright
Never ever burn out
Night after night
Blood on your hands
Smile on your face
Bless me like a father
That never wanted his child to grow
Be silent when we want answers
Become violent when you lose control
Whiskey on your breath
Gas in the tank
Make your hands into fists
And tell me I am strong enough to fight you back
Hold me in your arms
Let me go like a regret
Whiskey on your breath
Gas in the tank
