I wake up alone A bad pounding inside my head It's the holy ghost of alcohol That pushes me up and down And thrills me all around Down in the south It's the end of a violent show A show that began with the stone age The innocence trapped deep down In our emotions So far away We're locked inside And we don't care - economic fight That binds us all, so far away This party sucks (x4) The youth with the drugs They're fighting inside a ring The outside ring of humanity They ain't big enough to fit with the shape - no The poor on the ground The rich doin' better now Balance of power that we know Big money got no conscience, got no soul