A look at life during tough economic times.
Music: Rick Kazmirchuk
Lyrics: John D'Addona
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Clutches of Anguish
There's fear, you can smell it in the air
Or so it would seem
The tears they're falling every where
From broken dreams (don't lose hope)
They talk of better situations
But nothing is done
Instead they make their accusations
Then turn and run
The children they cry at their mother's feet
Their fathers they beg for them on the streets
Is there no tomorrow for them?
We've seen better days
We must push away
From the clutches of anguish
I look to the north
I look to the south
In the mouth of the selfish
As we fool ourselves, trying to pretend
That the unemployment line someday will end
Do you remember?
Do you recall?
There was a place and there was a time
When we know we had it all
But times have changed somehow
Your dreams have been all rearranged
Is there no tomorrow?
We've seen better days
We must push away
From the clutches of anguish
I look to the north
I look to the south
In the mouth of the selfish
In these crazy times
We'll take what we find
In the clutches of anguish
I look to the east
I look to the west
There's no rest for the selfish one
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