Lord, I'm Tryin' To Make It

Lord I'm trying to make it,
Lord, I'm tryin to make it,
I'm tryin' to make it through,
Bribery, lies, and thieves,
And you can't reach reach them,
Upon your bended knees

I've seen my share a shovels,
Piling on the dirt,
I've seen the pain in a mother's eye,
And I know how it must hurt,
I've seen the vultures circle,
From a desert vast and wide,
Sometimes I doubt I can make it,
All the way to the other side

Lord, I'm trying to make it,
Lord, I'm tryin to make it,
I'm tryin' to make it through,
Bribery, lies, and thieves,
And you cannnot reach them,
Upon your bended knees

Copper slabs are meant to sculpt,
Great heroes in the squares,
But this place is a ghosttown,
Where nobody has been spared,