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Whirlwindevery city got an artery where the blood breaks downan avenue or a boulevard and a boy who wears a crown indigant live styles mplies simply lack of means dogmatical authoritarians dictate the cities remains a promise to go to heaven wont put salvation in sight Whirlwind is coming down on me when the factory shut down so did the place he lived blood money for junk bonds by a white collar fugitive all the tax free insentives ain磘 going to help him now generations of job security gone out like the horse and plow a promise to go to heaven won't put salvation in sight Whirlwind is coming down on me my old man worked his troubled life in a nowhere dead end he drank the pain away i磍l be damned if that's me having my dreams robbed the working class carries a country that has been rotting inside for years the rigs cuffed my old man in the front yard i saw through my eyes of tears a promise to go to heaven wont put salvation in sight Whirlwind is coming down on me |