...(Part 2) Lyrics

did we do the best we could
did we merely fall in line
did we think it's just to big for us to deploy myself in 4/4 time
voting booths and evening news court rooms and the cowboy too
juice for life pissed into a drain
will it all just go away if we complain

You better saddle up
its gonna be a rough ride
tax collectors on your fucking back
the fat cat laughs amongst the prime
the ones who worked their lives away
for a blue collar and a worthless wage
enough to keep them coming back for more

now ask yourself who is in charge and who's the whore

are wolves out here amidst these streets
with the creepy cats and i have no sleep
to hell with facts and figures as common sense
so i ask this of you my friends
we leave enemies and grab a hand
lets fight the only fight worth fight for
i refuse to be statistic anymore