Verse 1:
You left us low and then took our best
you drained the lives that we'd been blessed
you pushed us on the meds whilst we died inside
enough to do our jobs forsaking our pride
Verse 2:
always a new threat-to occupy our minds
get away with more-when you keep us blind
defend your people now be on your merry way!
a million more to the rich-yet you cut our pay!
Bridge:
Your morals are bankrupt...
We slave for the corrupt..
Chorus:
You have worn us down..then tried to make us feel ashamed
you spit in our eyes... then you always pass the blame
we're running on empty..left to clear up your mess
we've now broken down..with post traumatic stress
Part verse 3:
Oh shine your guiding light and preach your holy lessons
a penny for the truth and your life confessions
Verse 4:
They made the wrong choice and can be cast aside
who cares for compassion when your words can divide
pick your god of choice-then get down and pray
we're all sinnerswhen-you don't get your way
Bridge:
Your morals are bankrupt...
we slave for the corrupt...
Chorus:
You have worn us down...then tried to make us feel ashamed
you spit in our eyes...then you always pass the blame
we're running on empty...left to clear up your mess
we've now broken down...with post traumatic stress.
You left us low and then took our best
you drained the lives that we'd been blessed
you pushed us on the meds whilst we died inside
enough to do our jobs forsaking our pride
Verse 2:
always a new threat-to occupy our minds
get away with more-when you keep us blind
defend your people now be on your merry way!
a million more to the rich-yet you cut our pay!
Bridge:
Your morals are bankrupt...
We slave for the corrupt..
Chorus:
You have worn us down..then tried to make us feel ashamed
you spit in our eyes... then you always pass the blame
we're running on empty..left to clear up your mess
we've now broken down..with post traumatic stress
Part verse 3:
Oh shine your guiding light and preach your holy lessons
a penny for the truth and your life confessions
Verse 4:
They made the wrong choice and can be cast aside
who cares for compassion when your words can divide
pick your god of choice-then get down and pray
we're all sinnerswhen-you don't get your way
Bridge:
Your morals are bankrupt...
we slave for the corrupt...
Chorus:
You have worn us down...then tried to make us feel ashamed
you spit in our eyes...then you always pass the blame
we're running on empty...left to clear up your mess
we've now broken down...with post traumatic stress.