When a man is running from his boss
Who hold a
gun that fires "cost"
And people die from
being cold
Or left alone because they're
old
And bombs are dropped on fighting
cats
And children's dreams are run with
rats
If you complain you disappear
Just
like the lesbians and queers
No one can love
without the grace
Of some unseen and distant
face
And you get beaten up by blacks
Who
though they worked still got the sack
And
when your soul tells you to hide
Your very
right to die denied
And in the battle on the
streets
You fight computers and
receipts
And when a man is trying to
change
But only causes further pain
You
realize that all along
Something in us going
wrong...
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