| Song | Voice Of The Poor |
| Artist | Jaya the Cat |
| Album | More Late Night Transmissions With... |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Lagadec, Londoño | |
| And when you said it was gonna be all-rightwe almost believed you | |
| It's the voice of the poor | |
| In a dying land | |
| The drunk and the drugged and the damned | |
| Emergency broadcast | |
| Straight out of babylon system | |
| As the night comes in | |
| It's the voice of the poor | |
| In a dying land | |
| The drunk and the drugged and the damnedand it seems like sometimesthat you're never gonna winand it all comes apart in the end | |
| Punch the clock and you suffer in silence | |
| Night's marked on the barstool spell out your sentence | |
| The table's fixed, take what you can get | |
| They cup your drinks while they steal your chips | |
| It's just a hand-out given with a fist | |
| Forced inoculation from self-improvement | |
| Sometimes you take just what you can get | |
| And if you rock the boat only you get wet | |
| You want answers, so the fuck do | |
| IYou got problems, get the fuck in line | |
| And this world seems wicked and unpure | |
| And everyday you wake up it's just | |
| It's the voice of the poor | |
| In a dying land | |
| The drunk and the drugged and the damned | |
| Live and direct through the radio silence | |
| Loud into the emptynessand as the rain falls over the faithless | |
| I know there's a way but | |
| I just can't explain itnothing to offer, nothing to givehappiness in this world is so goddamn expensive | |
| Lockdown the borders but the lines stay open | |
| Mainframe is hacked and the code is broken | |
| Shots ring out in the financial district | |
| As the words of the prophets are twisted | |
| They die for your sins but the bills keep coming in | |
| And it's never gonna end | |
| It's the voice of the poor | |
| In a dying land | |
| The drunk and the drugged and the damned | |
| Emergency broadcast | |
| Straight out of babylon system | |
| As the night comes in | |
| It's the voice of the poor | |
| And when you said it was gonna be all-rightwe almost believed you |
| zuo qu : Lagadec, Londo o | |
| And when you said it was gonna be allrightwe almost believed you | |
| It' s the voice of the poor | |
| In a dying land | |
| The drunk and the drugged and the damned | |
| Emergency broadcast | |
| Straight out of babylon system | |
| As the night comes in | |
| It' s the voice of the poor | |
| In a dying land | |
| The drunk and the drugged and the damnedand it seems like sometimesthat you' re never gonna winand it all comes apart in the end | |
| Punch the clock and you suffer in silence | |
| Night' s marked on the barstool spell out your sentence | |
| The table' s fixed, take what you can get | |
| They cup your drinks while they steal your chips | |
| It' s just a handout given with a fist | |
| Forced inoculation from selfimprovement | |
| Sometimes you take just what you can get | |
| And if you rock the boat only you get wet | |
| You want answers, so the fuck do | |
| IYou got problems, get the fuck in line | |
| And this world seems wicked and unpure | |
| And everyday you wake up it' s just | |
| It' s the voice of the poor | |
| In a dying land | |
| The drunk and the drugged and the damned | |
| Live and direct through the radio silence | |
| Loud into the emptynessand as the rain falls over the faithless | |
| I know there' s a way but | |
| I just can' t explain itnothing to offer, nothing to givehappiness in this world is so goddamn expensive | |
| Lockdown the borders but the lines stay open | |
| Mainframe is hacked and the code is broken | |
| Shots ring out in the financial district | |
| As the words of the prophets are twisted | |
| They die for your sins but the bills keep coming in | |
| And it' s never gonna end | |
| It' s the voice of the poor | |
| In a dying land | |
| The drunk and the drugged and the damned | |
| Emergency broadcast | |
| Straight out of babylon system | |
| As the night comes in | |
| It' s the voice of the poor | |
| And when you said it was gonna be allrightwe almost believed you |
| zuò qǔ : Lagadec, Londo o | |
| And when you said it was gonna be allrightwe almost believed you | |
| It' s the voice of the poor | |
| In a dying land | |
| The drunk and the drugged and the damned | |
| Emergency broadcast | |
| Straight out of babylon system | |
| As the night comes in | |
| It' s the voice of the poor | |
| In a dying land | |
| The drunk and the drugged and the damnedand it seems like sometimesthat you' re never gonna winand it all comes apart in the end | |
| Punch the clock and you suffer in silence | |
| Night' s marked on the barstool spell out your sentence | |
| The table' s fixed, take what you can get | |
| They cup your drinks while they steal your chips | |
| It' s just a handout given with a fist | |
| Forced inoculation from selfimprovement | |
| Sometimes you take just what you can get | |
| And if you rock the boat only you get wet | |
| You want answers, so the fuck do | |
| IYou got problems, get the fuck in line | |
| And this world seems wicked and unpure | |
| And everyday you wake up it' s just | |
| It' s the voice of the poor | |
| In a dying land | |
| The drunk and the drugged and the damned | |
| Live and direct through the radio silence | |
| Loud into the emptynessand as the rain falls over the faithless | |
| I know there' s a way but | |
| I just can' t explain itnothing to offer, nothing to givehappiness in this world is so goddamn expensive | |
| Lockdown the borders but the lines stay open | |
| Mainframe is hacked and the code is broken | |
| Shots ring out in the financial district | |
| As the words of the prophets are twisted | |
| They die for your sins but the bills keep coming in | |
| And it' s never gonna end | |
| It' s the voice of the poor | |
| In a dying land | |
| The drunk and the drugged and the damned | |
| Emergency broadcast | |
| Straight out of babylon system | |
| As the night comes in | |
| It' s the voice of the poor | |
| And when you said it was gonna be allrightwe almost believed you |