Swingin' Utters - Next in Line

Born on the southside, you live alone 
Four walls and a roof but's always cold 
Look out the window and there is nothing to see 
But, a riot torn city and the death of your country 
And your chilled to the bone 
With no possessions to call your own 
Yet you control your rage and you resist the crime 
Because you're the next in line 

Out the back door and to corner store 
All you want is a drink and nothing more 
Sit on the stoop and let the liquor soothe 
Your pride before you go inside 
You in cut in front 
And now you're the next in line 

You never thought you'd lead a life of crime 
Freedom's the only thing you need 
But the truth is something few understand and 
An unwelcome reality 
Now it's dark and black and sad and gone 
You express and repress the thing gone wrong 
And you want to be the man who ran away 
And you wish you could back to yesterday 
Now he's in her room and he's about to lie 
So you pull the gun and squeeze the trigger and 
Let the bullets fly...