When a man is running from his boss

Who hold a gun that fires "cost"

And people die from being cold

Or left alone because they're old

And bombs are dropped on fighting cats

And children's dreams are run with rats

If you complain you disappear

Just like the lesbians and queers

No one can love without the grace

Of some unseen and distant face

And you get beaten up by blacks

Who though they worked still got the sack

And when your soul tells you to hide

Your very right to die denied

And in the battle on the streets

You fight computers and receipts

And when a man is trying to change

But only causes further pain

You realize that all along

Something in us going wrong



You stop dancing.