Swingin' Utters - Next In Line lyrics | LyricsFreak
Born on the southside, and you're living alone Four walls and a roof but it's always cold Look out the window and there's nothing to see But a riot torn city, the death of your country Now you're chilled to the bone With no possessions to call your own You control your rage and you resist the crime Because you're the next in line. Out the back door and to the corner store All you want is a drink and nothing more Sit on the stoop and let the liquor Soothe your pride before you go inside Now you're chilled to the bone With no possessions to call your own You control your rage and you resist the crime You're the next in line. You cut in front and you're the next in line You cut in front and you're the next in line You never thought you'd lead a life of crime You cut in front and you're the next in line. Freedom's the only thing you need But the truth is something few understand And an unwelcome reality Now it's dark and it's black and it's sad and gone You express and repress the thing gone wrong And you want to be the man who ran away And you wish you could go back to yesterday Now he's in her room and he's about to lie So you pull the gun and squeeze the trigger and let the bullets fly Please click here if you are not redirected within a few seconds. Check Out.
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