Stumbling drunk off a bus downtown

You've got it bad for the system

'Cause you know it let you down

You see the marks on the whores

And the dimes they lent you

And your paranoia soars

On the wings of your dementia



Without a system that compels

The growth of human compassion

Its a face that will never change

Nobodys well when ever one soul suffers

We're bound by circumstances

We cant dissarrange

Does shame prevent you

>From engaging in the indigents struggle



Just filling up a vacancy

With nothing new to live for

When I was young and naive

I believed I could be so much more

Out of touch with a world

That never cared or knew me

More dead than alive

when you stare right through me



Its a face that will never, never change

never change

You could be the one

With your hand held out