Can't believe the big screen, there's no justice in the hall
Made by men who bought and sold themselves
We're all criminals waiting to be called
They say, "Don't step off the sidewalk and don't cross over the line"
When the smoke seems to clear you can say what you want
We're all criminals here
They want us kinder and gentler at their feet
Oh, I searched for you, every place I thought I knew
But we'll serve time at night when the light begins to dim
We've got shackles to keep the laws
The tongue looking for salvage in the damage that's done?
How many times will the teeth bite
With not a prayer to keep their powers at bay
