Up River

Born into rags, yeah my feet gonna drag, gonna work until my neck breaks

They show me the door, put my head to the floor, we're not done with you yet, just you wait

You live as you die like a writer that lies face down in a pauper's grave

So why don't you rob, get a government job, cause it's legal to steal from the state

You got a quick trigger? Cause you're going up river

Still trying to get your peace, if you still believe you can call a priest

Ah nah, it's coming true, you're a foreigner in a place you knew

La, la, la, la, la, la, la