Karaoké Providence Poor Man's Poison

Count the lights on empty souls

Quietly behind the doors

Of bleedin' us just for fun

Men of power tellin' lies

Shifty hands and thirsty eyes

And they can smell your fear like blood

Oh my weary soul

We've met your kind before

Set fire to us all

And oh sweet providence

Come save us from ourselves

From Hell and consequence

Feed the rich and kill the poor

Turn out the lights and just ignore what's goin' on outside

Beatin' hearts of the depraved

We've turned their people into slaves

And we've given up before we've even tried

And oh my weary soul

We've met your kind before

Set fire to us all

And oh sweet providence

Come save us from ourselves

From Hell and consequence

And oh my weary soul

We've met your kind before

Set fire to us all

And oh sweet providence

Come save us from ourselves

From Hell and consequence

And oh my weary soul

Oh my weary soul

And oh sweet providence

Come save us from ourselves

From Hell and consequence