From the recording "1989"
Lyrics
Different city, different day
Causing disturbances in every way
Agitation that’s the game
The situation is always the same
Drawing lines and choosing sides
Looking for pigeons they can take for a ride
Broken bottles on killing floors
Bleed you dry and still they hunger for more
Sometimes it’s not enough
To sit back and let it go
Stormy seas are getting rough
Hold on we’ll make it
Through the eye of the storm
Big machines with evil dreams
Make you think it ain’t as bad as it seems
Tow the line and foot the bill
Just relax while they move in for the kill
Sometimes it’s not enough
To sit back and let it go
Stormy seas are getting rough
Hold on we’ll make it
Through the eye of the storm
White lies and alibis
Maybe it’s time for us to realize
That the power comes from above
Pull together and change this hate into love
Sometimes it’s not enough
To sit back and let it go
Stormy seas are getting rough
Hold on we’ll make it
Through the eye of the storm