Hear my troubles of life

Can you take me for one last ride

I want to bend my soul again

Thats what we do when we get older Bless your troubled mind

Youve got your money

And youve got it cause others just cant

Theres the lottery

About geography Dont know the hand youre holding

Youre paying someone to put them to bed again And thats when it hurts

The difference

And this is hot blood

And a difference

What a difference

A little difference would make Hear my low sign

Ive got a story that money just cant buy

Western standards

The poverty is profitable

See its slippery slide

And just what is it cause its working like fear with lungs

Its not that easy

When you want it easy And thats when it hurts

We see the difference

Its a raging lung

And a difference

What a difference

A little difference would make Dont leave me now

Dont fall alseep

We need to rest sometimes but dont take me

Theres something in the system, that still circulates

Dig a hole in the backyard

And drain the blood