Do you believe in the words you speak
Do you treasure the secrets you keep
Can you imagine a time
Where words would not destroy
And my dollar wasn’t worth a dime
Cause I’m tired of waiting in line
Trying to cash my check
When the money well runs dry
Who can you turn to, who’s gonna be your alibi
Reading the newspaper again
Nothing to report but sadness and sin
Good deeds lie in the crypt
While the devil does his best at writing the script
Cause I’m tired of waiting in line
Trying to cash my check
When the money well runs dry
Who can you turn to, who’s going to be your alibi
This country has taken the red and the white
but I kept the blue
Trying to find a job
Ain’t easy to do