Next In Line Songtext / Lyric

We are the last line - we're the majority

We pay your tax but we can't pay the rent

We all get face time with the minority

We go along with the establishment

We are the working class but you'd never know it

They advertise by remote control

We got our pensions now we don't wanna blow it

For cheaper gas now we'd sell our soul.



Whoa! Can't get ahead we're the next in line

Whoa! We are the dead waiting for our time

And we will never find a place to live our lives

'Til then we're doing time

Whoa! And we will always be the next in line.






This is the last time we will be suffering

The seething crowd waiting for our turn

We all depend on hope for what tomorrow brings

Watching the flames while the city burns.

(Whoa!) We are the populace living off a deficit

A casualty of bureaucratic waste

(Whoa!) We hold the currency don't what to do with it

At check out stands we sell our souls away.



Whoa! Can't get ahead we're the next in line

Whoa! We are the dead waiting for our time

And we will never find a place to live our lives

'Til then we're doing time

Whoa! And we will always be the next in line.



We are the last with no faith and no choice there's no time,

And now it's always the same with no voice on our side,

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We are the next in line.



Whoa! Can't get ahead we're the next in line

Whoa! We are the dead waiting for our time

And we will never find a place to live our lives

'Til then we're doing time

Whoa! And we will always be the next in line.

The next in line, next in line.