Wolverine Blues - Convict Lyrics

Babylon's papers own you soul
YOU ARE CONVICT
Wasting your time praisng the dirt dime
Big brother holds you under control
AND HE TAKES HIS TOLL
YOU'RE CONVICT
CARRYING SISYPHUS STONE
YOU'RE CONVICT
YOUR LIFE'S NOT YOUR OWN
To long you have waited to unlock the old gears of distress
Rise and burn this fucker down
He's holding millions on their ties
Of your blood he's made his crown
Rise up convicts, free your lives
BREAK HIM