Untitled Political

Slightly arrogant 2006

 

So many lives over before they even started

Millions of children being born broken-hearted

You reconcile it all

By putting money in the jar

Then you peel away in your 90-thousand dollar car

You pay your taxes, mow your lawn, vote on Election Day

But in this time and place, altruism only goes a short way

‘Cause as your struggling in vain to attain the American dream

You know nothing about the sinister truth behind the scenes

 

And your messiah won’t be seen at the bottom of empty clay bowls

No angel hovering above the child, dead at five years old

He didn’t receive your donations from last Sunday’s mass

Where could it have gone, the new altar? Stained glass

Nationality and culture denote the worth human life

Business ethics do not exist, superfluity breeds strife

Have you ever slept on concrete?

Have you ever felt life’s burn?

Maybe then you’d understand

God-forbid you ever learn

 

You do your job, obey the law, no more, no less

Leave decisions up to those in charge because they know what’s best

And you starve in your own way, excess is not enough

This is the lap of luxury, the cancer of moving up

‘Cause you sell yourself to arm against the poorest of the earth

Your pockets grow, your spirit goes, the appraisal of your worth

You tuck your children in at night, you’ve arranged for their success

And so the story perpetuates from a generation to the next

The monetary harvest of humans, when it’s too late, you’ll see

No more impoverished to exploit, how is the currency?