Busted

What is on my mind Nothing is clear in sin city Bombs blast the birds from the trees Rapists rampage on the streets Murders and no apology What is on my mind Nothing is clear in sin city And we are running out of time Thieves empty banks Politicians held to account Torture is the new buzz word Handcuffed and not heard Thrown into the cell of hell For a Kiss and a tale Protests are now the crime We take the beating on our life Chained to serfdom and losing the fight Poverty, Injustice , equality no longer trusted.. If less than a degree then your gonna get busted What is on my mind Nothing is clear in sin city Bombs blast the birds from the trees Rapists rampage on the streets Murders and no apology What is on my mind Nothing is clear in sin city And we are running out of time