Sick Of It All - District Lyrics
Purge the districtScrub it hardTime to clean up our own backyard.People standing in the wayAre on the list of people getting paid.Not just the common thugAlso those up aboveMaking laws and deciding how the districts run into the ground.Now the choice is up to usBetween the crooked and corrupt.Whose made fewer bloody dealsChose the lesser of two evils.Soul turns to evil quickWithout love or discipline.Poison for the destituteIs also in the silver spoon.The rain is coming downBut the drugs are dollar signs.Pads the pockets of the bentAnd we cant pay the rent.Someday a real rain is gonna comeSomeday a real rain is gonna comeSomeday a real rain is gonna comeSomeday a real rain is gonna comeAnd clean up the mess.Locked upFeeling the common dreadLocked up in our homes and in our headsIntimidation keeps us prisoners at homeA force that's never felt anything stand up against it.The sky will open up this time.We wont overlook a thing.Criminal, Criminal, Criminal.We wont overlook a thing.Criminal, Criminal, Criminal.And we'll wake up with our spiritPurified, Purified, PurifiedPurified, Purified, Purified.Someday a real rain is gonna comeSomeday a real rain is gonna comeSomeday a real rain is gonna comeSomeday a real rain is gonna comeAnd clean up the mess.Free of the common dreadIn our homes and in our heads.Free of the crooked waysWoken with our spirit cleansed.
