Song Length |
3:20 |
Genre |
Pop - Rock |
Subject |
Poverty, Capitalism |
| |
Lyrics
Backslidin'
(VERSE) I've met them all at the unemployment line.
They look so old though young and in their prime.
Jobs are down and the price of food is up.
When the bills make a stack, it takes the wine from the cup.
(CHORUS) Backslidin'. Whoa yeah, backslidin'.
Backslidin'.
The more that's earned the more that gets burned.
(VERSE) Soon there'll be no more heat.
He spent his savings so he and his could eat.
What he gets barely makes his needs.
Poverty knocks him down,
Down upon his knees.
(Chorus/lead/chorus)
(VERSE) Well, the whole world needs an overhaul.
I don't have much trust in it at all.
The rich get richer, the poor get poorer.
Some live in mansions, others in a sewer.
(Chorus)
(SPOKEN) Baby, sometimes living's so sleazy.
Forget about fair,
Or who's gonna care.
Forget about easy, when you're
(Chorus Repeated)