lyrics
Well I’m a rat,
Boot on my back,
Hand on my throat,
screaming I’m paying off my debts.
So I got a job,
I run that wheel,
But if I stop turning,
I hear, “boy let me hear you squeal.”
I think I got the red blood blues,
How about you?
I pay my bills,
I cash my checks,
Back to the bank,
And I’m right back where I left.
I can’t get out
Of this greenback cage,
There’s a reason that they call it the rat race.
I think I got the red blood blues,
How about you?
They say the hand that feeds,
You better keep it pleased,
But I ask you friends, what’s it ever done for me?
Boots on the ground,
Face in the dirt,
Won’t you tell me which company will calculate my worth?
Freedom ain’t free,
It’s never been for me,
Not with the guns and bombs they sell on the TV.
I got the red blood blues,
How about you?
So we’re way past tired,
Well beyond mad,
My fellow rats, I say it’s time that we fought back.
I got the red blood blues,
And I know that you do too
credits
from
Memento,
released September 12, 2016
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