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
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