Sick Of It All - District lyrics

Purge the district Scrub it hard Time to clean up our own backyard. People standing in the way Are on the list of people getting paid. Not just the common thug Also those up above Making laws and deciding how the districts run into the ground. Now the choice is up to us Between the crooked and corrupt. Whose made fewer bloody deals Chose the lesser of two evils. Soul turns to evil quick Without love or discipline. Poison for the destitute Is also in the silver spoon. The rain is coming down But the d** are dollar signs. Pads the pockets of the bent And we cant pay the rent. Someday a real rain is gonna come Someday a real rain is gonna come Someday a real rain is gonna come Someday a real rain is gonna come And clean up the mess. Locked up Feeling the common dread Locked up in our homes and in our heads Intimidation keeps us prisoners at home A 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 spirit Purified, Purified, Purified Purified, Purified, Purified. Someday a real rain is gonna come Someday a real rain is gonna come Someday a real rain is gonna come Someday a real rain is gonna come And clean up the mess. Free of the common dread In our homes and in our heads. Free of the crooked ways Woken with our spirit cleansed.