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In a closet in a box, you can't hide nothing from a kid

When his dad went off to the football game

Guess what that kid did?

Last week it was lighting hairspray, this week he found a gun

He was trying to be like Rambo when he pushed on it with his thumb

Now the news says it's the father's fault, and the father blames the son

And the N.R.A. is doing everything to protect the stupid gun

But when all is said, nothing's done

Life goes on... Minus One



I was walking through Columbus Circle when I saw two street bums

One of them was just lying there lifeless in the sun

Upon closer inspection, I discovered he was dead

The other bum reached over, grabbed the bottle from under his head

I looked at him puzzled, he just looked back and grinned

Then said, "Someday I want to be just like him"

He took a sip of that whiskey, then offered me some

He said, "Life goes on... Minus One."



Now Charles Manson's just an argument the politicians use

Like Hitler convinced his countrymen that it was good to kill the Jews

Now down in Georgia there's a judge who supports the K.K.K.

Who just sent another innocent black man to the electric chair today

And while that judge sleeps the dirty work is done by a hired hand

Who never saw or heard the witness or defendant on the stand

The switch goes down, the deed is done

Life goes on... Minus One



Now if you're working in the nursing homes, you see it every day

It's something you've got to get used to, there just ain't no other way

Now the people gather at the graveyard to hear the final words

Of the Pastor's reinterpretation of something he once heard

He prays, "Lord take her spirit and please take away our hurt"

Then they lower down the coffin. The little boy throws the dirt

"Thy kingdom come, thy will be done"

Life goes on... Minus One