Vārdi: Zegota. Never Trust A Cop.

In a white pinstripe suit, in a stretched limousine
Someone is kicking you down
And in long black robes, and tall oak desk
Someone is kicking you down
Lookin' down from an office on the 18th floor
Someone is kicking you down
And he's never gonna stop, as long as he lives
Or as long as it lives in him

There's something not right
there's something not right
there's something not right
there's something not right
there's something not right

There's a telephone ringing, yet you're afraid to answer
Someone is kicking you down
A bottle by your bed as you lay wide awake
Someone is kicking you down
And nobody has to say it, nobody has to say it
Someone is kicking you down
And they won't ever stop as long as they live
Or as long as it lives in them

There's a lock on your door,
But it won't keep them out
There's a leash around your neck,
But you don't know who holds it
There's a lie in your ear,
But you don't know who told it
Yeah, someone is kicking you down
You looked that cop right in the eye
And he looked you right back
DEAD in the eye
If every Tom Joad could meet their Joe Hill
Every Holden Caulfield could meet their Thoreau
Yeah
We won't take ashes for the fire
When there is a flame

Trust yourself
It is there
It is there