Pro-Pain - Against The Grain

Man went on a mission To save the day He started a militia Called crime does pay Everywhere he went The crowds would gather 'round As he posted propaganda All throughout the town Violence everywhere Blame the government Show us that you care How's the money spent ? Said it once before That ignorance is bliss And media's a whore All because of this Prison you made It's built to last How can you stoop so low The fate of our futures in the past There's nowhere for us to go but Against the grain Politics is business And business sucks Extortion is the key To making bigger bucks Judges taking bribes While golfing on the green While the lawyers get some grease To oil their machine Promise everywhere None they'll ever keep Justice isn't fair Pockets gettin deep Patience running out The people gettin' pissed We never had a doubt They'd wash their hands of the Prison you made It's built to last How can you stoop so low The fate of our futures in the past There's nowhere for us to go but Against the grain I got armor on my back And eyes in the back of my head So behold the overthrow