Empty Alley
Ran away at age 15. Could not live in a violent scene
Only seven months ago, grown so fast, fixing in the freezing snow
Raking dry veins all the time. Empty alleys, shards of shattered minds, and dreams???
Sleeps in shelters between each crime, only just sustains the obsessions while she’s clean
She’s naked and alone with the triggers in her arm
Shooting numbness in her blood, through her bones
Rapid aging in her eyes, as they close, her body falls
The child within her cries, the girl within her dies
She ran away from everything. That was when she was fifteen
Runs in circles still, today, takes to numb the pain away
She’s naked and alone, with the triggers in her arm
Shooting numbness in her blood through her bones
Rapid aging in her eyes. As they close, her body falls
The child within her cries, the girl within her writhes
Stares forever in the glass. Shakes her head then breaks the flask
So cold, so God damn cold, empty alley gale wind blows
She’s naked and alone with the triggers in her mind
Shooting numbness in her veins in her life
Rapid aging in her soul, looks a hundred more years old
The child within her cries
The girl within her dies
Bye bye...
She is singin'
Singin’ for Change –
Well I’m a singin’ for change but I don’t know who I’m singin’ to
When I can’t make change for a dollar anymore now how bout you?
When I can’t make change for a dollar anymore now how bout you?
I can’t throw change at a desolate juggler at the street festival of fools
We’re all focused on change when our fear is used to subdue and sedate
Us; all kept, carefully, hiding in our helpless alleys; wringing out distain
We’re all a’ hollering’ out for change but where do we live and who or what is it for
When Kenyan kids are dying from counterfeit pushers’ profits, 40 billion or more
Here we are a’ fallin’ through the cracks in another world, where we cannot compare
How evil will lurk everywhere, it’s in fancy politics and fancy suits
It’s all dressed the same way here or there
The underdog alone cannot survive where evil thrives
Infecting mosquito flies in swarms and swarms of tricks and lies
All ye greedy cowards crawl from neath the rocks where you all hide
Come out from neath your desk, hear the underdog protest!
(Your serum spreads the resistant strains while nations choke and cry in vain) (In confusions’ clouds of chalk dust; psychologically slain)
So how then does one now make change,
Young Cancer Scientist in the research school?
N’ you: singin’ scrutinist village fool who shares the message on the podium bar stool
Be careful, don’t prescribe, n’ swallow up your pills, no North American’s ill
There’s no apparent resistant strain from our side.
We’ll just wait until a business traveler dies.
Oh oh oh… I’m afraid of changin’ cuz I don’t know how to!
They give me more of what they say they will cure!
How bout you?
Ohh. Oh oh… Shepherds:
Feeding the hungry, housing the homeless
Clothing the naked loving the unloved. (Repeat)
We’re all focused on change when our fear is used to subdue and sedate
Us; all kept, carefully, hiding in our helpless alleys; wringing out distain
We’re all a’ hollering’ out for change but where do we live and who or what is it for
When Kenyan kids are dying from counterfeit pushers’ profits, 40 billion or more
Here we are a’ fallin’ through the cracks in another world, where we cannot compare
How evil will lurk everywhere, it’s in fancy politics and fancy suits
It’s all dressed the same way here or there
The underdog alone cannot survive where evil thrives
Infecting mosquito flies in swarms and swarms of tricks and lies
All ye greedy cowards crawl from neath the rocks where you all hide
Come out from neath your desk, hear the underdog protest!
(Your serum spreads the resistant strains while nations choke and cry in vain) (In confusions’ clouds of chalk dust; psychologically slain)
So how then does one now make change,
Young Cancer Scientist in the research school?
N’ you: singin’ scrutinist village fool who shares the message on the podium bar stool
Be careful, don’t prescribe, n’ swallow up your pills, no North American’s ill
There’s no apparent resistant strain from our side.
We’ll just wait until a business traveler dies.
Oh oh oh… I’m afraid of changin’ cuz I don’t know how to!
They give me more of what they say they will cure!
How bout you?
Ohh. Oh oh… Shepherds:
Feeding the hungry, housing the homeless
Clothing the naked loving the unloved. (Repeat)
Singin’ for Change / The Other Side of the Coin
Well I’m a’ singin’ for change
But I don’t know who I’m singin’ to
When I can’t make change for a strugglin’ man
With empty Starbucks cup in hand
We’re all a’ hollerin’ out for change
Wherever we live and whatever, whoever it’s for
While a’ chasin’ our G.Ps ‘cross Locke St.
For free advice to help us sleep
Into Madison Ave.
Oh… Good Shepherds…
We’re all focused for change
While everything is so the same
While the guy with the cup roams through four lanes
With the Silver Chalice, on Queen n’ Main
He’s the guy with the cup
He’s beggin’ for change
Property manager’s across the lane
Oh Shepherd…
He’s the guy with the cup
He is singin’ for change
We’ve already drank from
It’s already stained
The guy with the cup on Queen n’ Main
We have already drank from, it’s already drained
Feed the hungry
House the homeless
Clothe the naked
Love the unloved
Feed the hungry
House the homeless
Clothe the naked
Love the loveless
He’s singin’ for Change.
The Property Manager is across the lane.
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