Testo di The Price

Cold dark lonesome, dead of night Things gone so wrong, can't get right In the darkness, hear the sound Of a world that's upside down Mercy ain't got no judgment Justice got a rag tied around her eyes Oughta be tears rollin down her face At the blind tryin to lead the blind Rich man rolls the dice Poor man pays the price Only hurts to think of home Makes it hard to be alone Every moment of a day Trouble standing in my way