The Next In Line Lyrics

The song The Next In Line is performed by Swingin' Utters in the album named Juvenile Product of the Working Class in the year 1996 .



Born on the southside you live alone Four walls a roof and its always cold look out the window and there is nothing to see. But, a Riot torn city and the death of your country and your chilled to the bone with no possessions to call your own yet you control your rage and you resist the crime Because your the next in line



out the back door and to the corner store all you want is a drink and nothing more Sit on the stoop and Let the liquor sooth your pride before you go inside you cut in front and now your the next in line you never thought you'd lead a life of crime freedoms the only thing you need but the truth is something few understand and an unwelcome reality now its dark and Black and sad and gone you express and repress the things gone wrong and you want to be the man who ran away and you wish you could go back to yesterday Now he's in her room and he's about to lie so you pull the gun squeeze the trigger and you let the bullets fly... (Huber)



Swingin' Utters - Juvenile Product of the Working Class

Sep 1996

  1. Windspitting Punk
  2. No Time To Play
  3. Nowhere Fast
  4. Keep Running
  5. Sustain
  6. One In All
  7. Derailer
  8. The Next In Line
  9. Sign It Away
  10. Time Tells Time
  11. Almost Brave
  12. Fifteenth And T
  13. London Drunk
  14. The Black Pint
  15. Bigot's Barrel
  16. A Step To Go

The Next In Line