Tekst piosenki "When the Evening Comes"

When the Evening Comes

(Steele)

We don't want the poor in New York City
No! That's not the way it's supposed to be
We don't want the poor in New York City
In America! The land of the free
You got nothing to say
Shut your mouth
Get in line
You got nothing to say
Here's your check
Here's your food stamps
'Til next time
We don't want the poor in New York City
No! That's not the way it's supposed to be
We don't want the poor in New York City
In America! The land of the free
Move you down to the Lower East Side
Raise the rent
Speculation, gentrification
Move up to Harlem, the South Bronx
Then who knows where?
We don't care
We don't want the poor in New York City
No! That's not the way it's supposed to be
We don't want the poor in New York City
In America! The land of the free
They got me in a rut
I don't know where I'm going
Crammed into a few small blocks of the Ghetto
Break out!
We don't want the rich in New York City
I don't care about them, they don't care about me
We don't need the rich in New York City
Just wait and see
We don't want the rich in New York City
They cram us into Ghettos
Soon, they'll be building walls
We don't want the rich in New York City
It's like Germany, back in '43

Inne teksty tego wykonawcy:

Elected	Eve of Destruction
Evening of Desire	Gimme Your Autograph
Hollywood Boulevard	I Dont Want to Go
I Want You Dead	In Eighty Four
Invisible Man	Lies
Misfit	My Kinda Town
Never Say Die	Nightmare
No Vices	Put Your Clothes Back On
Ratt Fink	Social Reason
The Way We Behave	Undead
Verbal Abuse	We Dont Want the Poor in New York City
When the Evening Comes

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