District Lyrics - Sick Of It All

Purge the district 

Scrub it hard 

Time to clean up our own backyard. 

People standing in the way 

Are on the list of people getting paid. 

Not just the common thug 

Also those up above 

Making laws and deciding how the districts run into the ground. 

Now the choice is up to us 

Between the crooked and corrupt. 

Whose made fewer bloody deals 

Chose the lesser of two evils. 

Soul turns to evil quick 

Without love or discipline. 

Poison for the destitute 

Is also in the silver spoon. 

The rain is coming down 

But the drugs are dollar signs. 

Pads the pockets of the bent 

And we cant pay the rent. 

Someday a real rain is gonna come 

Someday a real rain is gonna come 

Someday a real rain is gonna come 

Someday a real rain is gonna come 

And clean up the mess. 

Locked up 

Feeling the common dread 

Locked up in our homes and in our heads 

Intimidation keeps us prisoners at home 

A force that's never felt anything stand up against it. 

The sky will open up this time. 

We wont overlook a thing. 

Criminal, Criminal, Criminal. 

We wont overlook a thing. 

Criminal, Criminal, Criminal. 

And we'll wake up with our spirit 

Purified, Purified, Purified 

Purified, Purified, Purified. 

Someday a real rain is gonna come 

Someday a real rain is gonna come 

Someday a real rain is gonna come 

Someday a real rain is gonna come 

And clean up the mess. 

Free of the common dread 

In our homes and in our heads. 

Free of the crooked ways 

Woken with our spirit cleansed