i woke up this morning,
and i looked around my room.
mercy… mercy,
i didn’t see nothing new.
well, „hello walls“,
it’s way too early…
for me to start climbing you.
waiting outside is a river of people
rushing blindly thru the canyons
of an uncaring city.
crashing into walls
of their own self-importance
it’s so easy my friend,… to lose yourself,
you forget who you really are.
down the hall i hear a baby crying.
that’s nothing new around here.
that’s that single mother on welfare.
it’s a miracle how she survives.
at night she stands down on the corner,
she smiles so pretty at every car that goes by.
sometimes, one pulls up to the curb and she gets in,
and the next morning i don’t hear the baby cry.
under that make-up
a young face grows harder,
look into those eyes
you might see your own daughter
doing what she has to
for the sake of that child,
she don’t blame no-one
she ain’t pointing no fingers…
she hasn’t got the time
for foolish games like that.
there’s an old man lives on my floor,
he lost all his money… his life savings
when they closed the Factory down.
but he still takes good care of that sick wife of his,
he’s been doing that over 20 years.
i saw him inside the discount grocery store
he was reading a label… he was muttering to himself,
„hmm, this one’s got only 3% real beef“…
and he slowly put the can of dog food back on the shelf.
people break laws
when laws break the people.
justice ain’t blind
it’s a two headed serpent,
that feeds off the sweat
of hard working people.
a billion faceless victims…
of this global, world-wide, Corporate greed!
i hear a police siren wailing.
and a crowd is starting to form.
oh look, here comes the TV crew,
i guess now the drama’s really gonna start to unfold.
did someone crack under the pressure?
did they find a „Cause“ they were willing to die for?
maybe 15 minutes of fame…
is all some fool was really looking for.
we stare in shock…
ask ourselves, „how did this happen“?
run as fast as we can
to our private zone of comfort.
lock the door behind the memory
we O.D. on „distractions“…
until the next outrage hits the front page
„ain’t it business as usual“, my friends?
yeah, i woke up this morning,
and i looked around this room.
mercy… mercy,
i didn’t see anything new.
i looked out my window,
when did these streets get so hard, so cold, so mean?
i feel like i’m Rip van Winkel,
have i been sleeping all these years?
i feel like i’m Rip van Winkel,
have i been sleeping all these years?
… have i been sleeping all these years?
… have i been sleeping all these years?
… have i had my eyes closed, all these years?
