We Are the Mark - Tom McRae, Tom McRae & the Standing Band

We are the mark

He saw me coming down

A dark and empty street

So full of hope and so naïve

So easy to deceive

From behind his back

Should have known that

The deck was stacked

If there’s a joker here

He’s laughing all the way

To the bank

We are the mark

He speaks the language

Of relief

Shares our hopes

Our fears, our grief

The salesman’s smile

Hides a common thief

Don’t turn your back

Get yourself a second job

Say she have to the have nots

A rising tide only

Floats the yachts

Is what ive learned

We are the mark and you can sell the

Ground from beneath my feet

Sell off all the air

That is fit to breathe

Take what’s mine

And call it yours, offshore

But there’s a

Reckoning to come

Blue blood bleeds

Just like anyone

From the barrel of a gun

Change will come change will come

We are the mark

We’re coming for you

We’re coming or you