Sad Thing

The streets are getting colder
The blood of men so freshly painted
Get down & follow orders
Cause we can kill & make you famous
Theres a church on every corner
But daddy wasnt here to take us
He’s behind the wall doin time
For flippin work & makin paper

Its a sad thing
Such a sad thing

Im not expecting visits
Im all locked down & situated
My silence is complicit
& speaking out will get me hated
But I surely made an effort
I watched a screen for information
Now im busy seeking shelter
From a fire that I created

Its a sad thing
Such a sad thing

We’re all glued to coverage
Bought & owned by corporations
Sellin pain & sorrow
To keep up ratings for the stations
Oh theyre escalating riots
The talking heads are secret agents
& they’re laughing to the bank & gettin high
On the wealth of nations
Oh & everybody watching is outta time
& outta patience

Its a sad thing
Such a sad thing

Are you your brother’s keeper
Or do you keep your brothers take?
Do you see his weakness as a chance
To get some strength?
Will you step aside as the levees bend & break?
Or will you turn this madness
Into necessary change?