Error on the side of caution Terror plagues the mind of options Paupers passing hats for profits False prophets rip all three eyes from sockets Taxpayer money gets spent on rockets While Ol’ Joe walks in socks and empty pockets And everybody stares Someone screamed, false alarm Good Ol’ Joe just lost his arm Out on the Boulevard of Harm Where the best of folks drive their cars Into kids, women, and bars Children laying of the pavements seeing stars People watch their step with care Here it is, there it goes What is is nobody knows That guys money went up his nose That guys money went to his clothes Not that big of a difference though Another guy just picked a rose And wore it in his hair Well so what? That’s the world Or don’t you know Just follow the way the wind that blows Cops patrolling empty lots Power ends where the gun’s barrel stops The poor and homeless are shifted block to block To the spots where the worst off pass rocks Everyone’s told it’s a question of cost Meanwhile all that is loved is lost In the name of a false security My mother dies for lack of insurance When everyone’s mad the law gets nervous Idolize the rich, money equals purpose Wait for a lifetime, only money gets you service Turn out your pockets, empty your purse The pastor prays, the preacher curses There ain’t no such thing as maturity Digging for hope, you’re digging your grave Throw your possessions away, there’s nothing to save It’s dark out there, dust is clouding the day Looking for fortune, fighting for fame Both prove empty, but they’re not the same A prodigal thought, go back where you came Suck on your mother’s tit like a nursery So what now? Nothing’s changed I thought you knew? None of the prophets are any different from you Your cup is overfilled, your body too Need quick cash, find someone to sue Of all of the people who do what they do Of why? Not one has a clue One lace over the other, don’t trip on your shoe In thousands of years, there ain’t nothing new Not one thing on the shelf Look at the book and the plans Under the lamp is a shadow of a man The shadow falls but the lamp still stands Down the street plays a marching band You grip your head, hair is falling out by the strand What’s there to get? Nobody understands Every idol is false, worship yourself The coffee’s cold, the sun is black You hold yourself, you got your own back You see what you have now and what you lack You know what to do now, no shortcuts, no hacks You calm your nerves and plan your attack Wait… something’s off, something’s outta whack You hesitate as if someone could help Well so what? What’re you going to do? I thought you knew? There’s no way out it’s all up to you And so what? It’s always been true There is no way out, There is only through
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