Upside

Izzy Stradlin

Compositor: Izzy Stradlin

Here comes the weather,
Here comes the water,
Here comes the ocean,
All together.

Here comes the damage,
Here comes the victims,
Here comes a brand new broken system.

So now my world keeps on turning round,
Sometimes it seems, we are upside down.

Here come the captives,
Here come the lawyers,
Here come the verdicts,
And he ain't walkin'.

Here come the students,
Here come the police,
Here come the riots,
There ain't no peace.

So now my world keeps turning round,
Sometimes it seems, we are upside down.

Here come the groovers,
Here come the shakers,
Here comes the low-end ganja bakers

Here come the diehards,
Here come the hackers,
Here come the guilty,
Wearing shackles.

So now my world keeps on turning round,
Sometimes it seems, we are upside down.

So now my world keeps on turning round,
Sometimes it seems, we are upside down.