an old man lying by the road
black is night
he's got his finger on the trigger
an easy target in sight
he's got no future, no family tree
he's got a three dollar bottle
and he drinks 'till he can't see
all night, all night.....
a young girl waiting on a line
eight a.m., she's got a six month old burden
willpower's withering thin
an unwed mother beaten by her trade
each week her welfare reminds her
of mistakes she never made
oh no.....
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now what has that to say about tomorrow
what has that to show for today
noah thought to build an ark
before the heavens washed it all away
away...
a baby crying through a dream
an afterthought
mother is seething for pleasure
after the poison is bought
his eyes are tainted, staggered is his breath
oh god, he's addicted
addicted to death
oh, no...
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