every city got an artery

where the blood breaks down

an avenue or a boulevard and a

boy who wears a crown

indigant live styles mplies simply lack of means

dogmatical authoritarians dictate the cities remains

a promise

to go to heaven wont put salvation in sight

Whirlwind is coming down on me

when the factory shut down

so did the place he lived

blood money for junk bonds

by a white collar fugitive

all the tax free insentives ain't going

to help him now

generations of job security

gone out like the horse and plow

a promise

to go to heaven won't put salvation in sight

Whirlwind is coming down on me

my old man worked his troubled life

in a nowhere dead end

he drank the pain away i'll be damned

if that's me having my dreams robbed

the working class carries a country

that has been rotting inside for years

the rigs cuffed my old man in the front yard

i saw through my eyes of tears

a promise to go to heaven wont

put salvation in sight

Whirlwind is coming down on me