Poor Man's Poison - Providence

Count the lights on empty souls
Quietly behind the doors
Oh, bleeding us just for fun
Men of power telling lies
Shifty hands and thirsty eyes
And they can smell your fear like blood
Oh, my weary soul
We've met your kind before
Set fire to us all
And oh sweet providence
Come save us from ourselves
From Hell and consequence
Feed the rich and kill the poor
Turn out the lights and just ignore
What's going on outside
Beating hearts of the depraved