the rich gettin' richer
while the poor man plays a song. the way that we struggle
makes it hard to carry on. and make way for a future looking dark
yeah. tell me it's alright
tell me we did nothing wrong. the powers that be
make it tough to sing a song. throwing everything that's been given us away
yeah. i got a feelin' things'll get worse before they get better. i got a feelin' things'll get worse before they get better. and i want home
yeah. i want home
yeah
i want home. yeah
alright
and people have no faith. snuffing out the flames
that will never be replaced. and i could use a little light right now. you can tell me to
you tell me not to say
that we're gonna be the ones to dig our own grave
yeah. i got a feeeeeliiin'
things are gonna get worse before they get better. and i want home
yeah. oh
home
yeah
oh get me home!
yeah i want home. oh get me home!
yeah i want home. i got a feelin' thing'll get worse before they get better.