Politicians wasted our money for too long

And religious leaders are raping our children

So where are the poets? They’re all at their slams

Where are the leaders? Taken out by the man

Where is my money? I know I had it somewhere

Someone picked my pocket, probably was an old lady

Where's my favorite rock stars?

They both shot themselves to death

Where the fuck’s my daddy? Followed in the same footsteps

Where will we turn when we fall down?

Where will we turn when we fall?

(-X4)

I can’t trust the president, or anything that he says

I can’t even trust my own mother man

They were both raised the same way

Well, what you gonna do, when they come knocking on your door?

Will you really pull that trigger or go run for shelter?

Where will we turn when we fall down?

Where will we turn when we fall?

(-X4)