Walk in a corner shop,
see a shop-lifting 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.


You will love me, I will love you (x2)

[Chorus] (x3)

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