every city got an artery where the blood    breaks down an avenue or a boulevard    and a boy who wears a crown    indigant live styles mplies simply lack of means    dogmatical authoritarians dictate the cities remains    a promise to go to heaven wont put salvation    in sight    Whirlwind is coming down on me    when the factory shut down so did the place    he lived blood money for junk bonds by a    white collar fugitive    all the tax free insentives ain't going to    help him now    generations of job security gone out    like the horse and plow    a promise to go to heaven wont put salvation    in sight    Whirlwind is coming down on me    my old man worked his troubled life    in a nowhere dead end he drank    the pain away i'll be damned if thats    me having my dreams robed    the working class carries a country    that has been rotting inside for years    the rigs cuffed my old man in the front    yard i saw through my eyes of tears    a promise to go to heaven wont put salvation    in sight    Whirlwind is coming down on me