Speak To Our Empty Pockets Lyrics - Strike Anywhere

The preachers from the pulpits of power 

leaders of cloth 

they preach to our empty pockets 

and the same gang with different colors 

plays up to the dialect 

of establishment 

Will you take our pain 

will you throw bread 

to us from high above? 

We will stay true to trust 

on these streets 

but I won't be corrupted 

or stuck on repeat 

The preachers from the pulpits of power 

leaders of cloth they preach 

to our empty pockets 

and the same gang 

with different colors 

plays up, raise up 

any flag we fly 

any war we buy it 

any war 

Will you take our pain 

and will you throw bread 

to us from high above? 

Will you take our pain? 

Will you throw bread 

to us from high above? 

We will stay true to trust 

on these streets 

but I won't be corrupted 

or stuck on repeat 

yet 

The workers' rage in the empire days 

The ratchet thrown in the children's mills 

the bootstrap lies in the Patriot Plays 

The burning fires on these hills 

this road grows 

The preachers from the pulpits of power 

leaders of cloth 

they preach to our empty pockets 

and the same gang with different colors 

plays up to the dialect 

of establishment 

Will you take our pain? 

Will you throw bread 

to us from high above?