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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