The Price

Cold, dark, lonesome
Dead of night
Things gone so wrong
Can’t get right
In the darkness
Hear the sound
Of a world that’s
Upside down
Mercy ain’t got no judgment
Justice got a rag tied around her eyes
Ought to be tears rolling down her face
At the blind tryin to lead the blind
Rich man rolls the dice
Poor man pays the price
Only hurts to
Think of home
Makes it hard to
Be alone
Every moment
Of a day
Trouble standing
In my way