They tell me that the sun comes up every morning

They tell me that there's people out on the streets

But why is life so cruel

They tell me man he tops the list in creation

He takes his place as uncrowned king of the world

But why is man so cruel

He's doin' time

Ain't it a crime.



Oh prince of peace

We need you now

Give us a sign

To show us how.



Locked in her room the lover mourns her betrayer

Seems even love possesses treachery too

But how can love be cruel

Ain't it a shame

He took the blame:



Seems this old world

Has lost its way

On such a torn

And troubled day

Locked in her room the lover mourns her betrayer

Surely not love possesses treachery too

But how can love be cruel

He's doin' time

Ain't it a crime.




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