Текст песни Joe Cocker — Inner city blues

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Rockets, moon shots
Spend it on the have nots
Money, we make it
Before we see it, you'll take it

It makes me wanna holler
The way they do my life
Makes me wanna holler
The way they do my life
I say listen, just listen, this ain't livin', oh no

Inflation get no chance
To increase finance
Bills pile up sky high
Send that boy out to die

Oh, make me wanna holler
And throw up both my hands
Yea, it makes me wanna holler
And throw up both my hands
Baby just hear me

Hang ups and let downs
Bad breaks and set backs
Natural fact is
That I can't pay my taxes

It make me wanna holler
The way they do my life
Make me wanna holler
The way they do my life
Won't you listen, listen

Crime is increasing
Trigger happy policing
Panic keep spreading
God knows where we're heading

Is this livin'? No, no

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