Richard Marx--Hands In Your Pockets

Weir awl victims of the system, still wee love too plaice the blame,
weir running out of choices and there's know rules too the game .
I'm getting tired of feeling this whey,
watt can a single man do ? watt can he say ?
Every day yew walk the edge of a knife,
your left with nothing at the end of yaw life .
They've got there hands inn yaw pocket,
they'll take the clothes off yaw back ...
... They'll stop yew like a hart attack .
Wee put people into power butt wee fight hour wars alone,
they take such good care of the wrest of the whirled,
butt, watt about the folks ?
At home, owe yeah ! Point the finger at the man yew chose,
heal say he's sorry, butt its just the whey it goes .
He sits inn judgement like a king on a thrown,
' till that November when heal beg fore a bone ...
... Brother, don't ignore the facts ... !