《The Next In Line(Live)》歌词

[00:00:00] The Next In Line (Live) - The Swingin' Utters

[00:00:23] Born on the southside you live alone

[00:00:29] Four walls a roof and its always cold

[00:00:35] Look out the window and there is nothing to see

[00:00:37] But a rot torn city and the death of your country

[00:00:41] And your chilled to the bone

[00:00:44] With no possessions to call your own

[00:00:47] Yet you control your rage

[00:00:49] And you resist the crime

[00:00:51] Your the next in line

[00:01:11] Born on the southside you live alone

[00:01:15] Four walls a roof and its always cold

[00:01:20] Look out the window and there is nothing to see

[00:01:22] But a rot torn city and the death of your country

[00:01:25] And your chilled to the bone

[00:01:28] With no possessions to call your own

[00:01:30] Yet you control your rage

[00:01:31] And you resist the crime

[00:01:33] Your the next in line

[00:01:39] Out the back door and to the corner store

[00:01:44] All you want is a drink and nothing more

[00:01:49] Sit on the stoop and let the liquor sooth your pride

[00:01:52] Before you go inside

[00:01:54] And your chilled to the bone

[00:01:56] With no possessions to call your own

[00:01:59] Yet you control your rage

[00:02:00] And you resist the crime

[00:02:02] Your the next in line

[00:02:05] You cut in front and now your the next in line

[00:02:10] You cut in front and now your the next in line

[00:02:15] You never thought you'd lead a life of crime

[00:02:19] You cut in front and now your the next in line

[00:02:54] Freedoms the only thing you need

[00:02:59] But the truth is something few understand

[00:03:01] And an unwelcome reality

[00:03:04] Now its dark and black and sad and gone

[00:03:06] You express and repress the things gone wrong

[00:03:08] And you want to be the man who ran away

[00:03:13] And you wish you could go back to yesterday

[00:03:18] Now he's in her room and he's about to lie

[00:03:23] So you pull the gun squeeze the trigger

[00:03:25] And you let the bullets fly