Paroles
When I'm up in court
And they read my name out
When I'm crying out all of my tears
With no pennies to spend
I'm late on the rent now
And my kids go hungry
For the 3rd time this week
And I can't deny that
The system keeps failing me
Over again over and over again
She said
And I'm down on my knees
And I'm waiting for
I'm down on my knees
And I'm praying for something to come that's
More than this
For the broken hearted
From a broken home
Let down on the breadline
And this ain't the first time
That my kids go hungry
Did I mention that?
The estate seems ugly
You may think I'm a junkie
I need to be able to put food on the table
Working two jobs a week
Just to keep paying my way
She said
And I'm down on my knees
And I'm waiting for
I'm down on my knees
And I'm praying for something to come that's
More than this
If I make you believe
That we're needing more
And I wish you could see
We need more than this
Still down on the breadline
Should I mention that
No food on the table
Did I mention that
And my kids go hungry
And I mention that
Over and over and over and over
And I'm down on my knees
And I'm waiting for
And I beg and I plead
And I'm living for
Something to come that's
More than this
If I make you believe
That we're needing more
And I wish you could see
That we're living for
Something to come that's
More than this
The estate seems ugly
You may think I'm a junkie
I need to be able to put food on the table
