Walk in a corner shop See a shoplifting cop See the old lady with a gun See the hero try to run Nothing's what it seems, I mean It's not all dirty, but it's not all clean There's children paying bills There's monks buying thrills There's pride for sale in magazines There's pills for rent to make you clean Marvin Gaye, there's no brother, brother Woody Guthrie's land can't feed Mother
Mothers weep, children sleep So much violence ends in silence It's a shame there's no one to blame For all the pain that life brings If you will just take me It might just complete me And together we can make a stand
A waitress brings me lunch We meet but do not touch On TV, D.C. is selling lies While in the corner, King's dream dies Go to the counter, pay for me and my friend A homeless man pulls out a roll, says it's on him The mayor has no cash He said he spent it on hookers and hash
