"The Next In Line" lyrics

Born on the south side and you're livin' alone
Four walls and a roof, but it's always cold
Look out the window and there's nothin' to see
But a riot-torn city, the death of your country
You're chilled to the bone
No possessions to call your own
You control the rage and you resist the crime
'Cause you're the next in line
One, two, three, four

Born on the south side and you're livin' alone (Live alone)
Four walls and a roof, but it's always cold (It's always cold)
Look out the window and there's nothin' to see
But a riot-torn city, the death of your country

Now you're chilled to the bone
No possessions to call your own
You control your rage and you resist the crime
Because you're the next in line

Out the back door and to the corner store (To the corner store)
All you want is a drink and nothin' more (Drink and nothin' more)
Sit on the stoop and let the liquor soothe your pride
Before you go inside

Now you're chilled to the bone
No possessions to call your own
You control your rage and you resist the crime
You're the next in line

You cut in front and you're the next in line
You cut in front and you're the next in line
You never thought you would lead a life of crime
You cut in front and you're the next in line

Freedom's the only thing you need
But the truth is somethin' few understand and an unwelcome reality
Now it's dark and it's black and you're sad and gone
You repress and express the things gone wrong
And you wanna be the man who ran away
And you wish you could go back to yesterday
And now he's in her room
And he's about to lie
So you pull the gun and you squeeze the trigger
And you let the bullets fly