Backbeat Soundsystem – Come Undone - 06

Lost swimming in the dead of night, we all drowning if we just give up the fight.
Cos it’s so rough man, being at the bottom.
When they’re filling up their pockets taking what they don’t own, yeh.
You got that feeling deep inside, yeh the one you hide.
You know something’s wrong but still you close your eyes.
One way ticket to a dead end street. You want the trees to grow, but yet you plant no seeds, woah.

If we don't step it up they'll run,
And I'll bet ya this will be the new crowd.
They'll push it out and about like it’s a new sound. It’s a harsh reality we live in, that's the grim truth.
Time to cut from the wealth, bring it for the youth.

Tell me, tell me,
Where do the wicked come from?
We let ‘em run. And if we let ‘em run,
We take full blame for the world as one, ‘til it comes undone.
Tell me, tell me,
Where do the wicked come from?
We let ‘em run. And if we let ‘em run,
We take full blame for the world as one, ‘til it comes undone.

It’s not easy being down this low, you know.
All take no give and you’re told that’s just the way it goes.
No more man. We won’t be downtrodden.
One day you will hear the voices of all those you’ve forgotten, yeh.
What makes you think you’re free?
You never tried to leave.
Illusion of choice, it’s all make-believe.
We place no value on the things we need.
Pumped full of lies and fear, until we cannot see, woah.

Listen, It should be the ones that go to do more than what they’re asked of. They should be the ones who go to get more than what they've asked.
Few own the many, maybe the reason of the downfall?
For they know that they possess the livelihood of all.

Tell me, tell me,
Where do the wicked come from?
We let ‘em run. And if we let ‘em run,
We take full blame for the world as one, ‘til it comes undone.
Tell me, tell me,
Where do the wicked come from?
We let ‘em run. And if we let ‘em run,
We take full blame for the world as one, ‘til it comes undone.

We fill up empty lives with things we don’t need, woah yeh.
We bite the hand that feeds, woah yeh.
What’s left for you and me?
Woah now. When it’s all gone will you believe?

Change is the new order
Pull it back, then run it from the top, while time and again we look away.
Rise up to a new day.

Tell me, tell me,
Where do the wicked come from?
We let ‘em run. And if we let ‘em run,
We take full blame for the world as one, ‘til it comes undone.
Tell me, tell me,
Where do the wicked come from?
We let ‘em run. And if we let ‘em run,
We take full blame for the world as one, ‘til it comes undone.