Somewhere along on the day I was born
and up until now something went wrong.
You understand?
You understand?
Come through the studio
Pam?
What we got to do,
we got to get our minds together.
I'll start from the beginning.
I was on the outside looking in,
now I'm on the inside filled with sin.
It's a strain on my brain to comprehend this mess.
Maybe greed,
lust and power,
but that's just a simple guess.
The moments of clarity are so few and far between.
If you live in this city you know what I mean.
On the corner talking like Tequila Mockingbird,
I told them times had changed but they hadn't heard.
So I kept on,
about our so-called leaders and their delusions of morality,
while a mother of four dies on her minimum wage salary.
And what about those murders that never get reported?
And what about the money that's so easily extorted?
What about the 80s government and supplied white lines,
politicians find while the average citizen does time?
From the city to the suburb all throughout society,
profit to be made in 1999,
capitalistic propriety.
And I've got a lot of problems,
but money's not one of them.
I've got a lot of ideas,
death is in some of them.
But
when I put my head to your chest I feel your heartbeat,
I think back to your warmth when I'm in the cold street.
Licks,
facilitation,
powder and pills,
I can see the end just over the next hill.
Just like the last time, relive that past time.
Why can't time?