Puts my back against the wall

Our world is going,
But our hope will not,
Africa is far too hot,
I will make it a better place when I rule the world,
Please stay out of the new one.

We are tormented and used by the ones that claim they know the way,
And nothing for us to say,
Our anger only breeds remorse,
It puts my back up,
Puts my back up against the wall.

Hope is never lost, even in the mist of darkness,
Don't stand in the doorway,
They use us as pawn for their selfish gain,
Those were Washington’s bullets again.

We are tormented and used by the ones that claim they know the way,
I've been saving all my pay,
Our anger only breeds remorse,
How can we all get out alive,
It’s just, a matter of time.

We are tormented and used by the ones that claim they know the way,
And nothing for us to say,
Our anger only breeds remorse,
It puts my back up,
Puts my back up against the wall.

© Becky Baillargeon 2009