Can't taste holy water 

Can't find it in the well 

Been doing a lot of thinking 

Thinking about hell 



Thinking about the ozone 

Thinking about lead 

Thinking about the future 

And what to do then 



The words of Woody Guthrie ringing in my head 



Blame it on the system 

Those that came before 

Updated consciousness 

Knocking on doors 

Piecemeal solutions will only leave scars 

Bandages for nosebleeds 

In this city of artificial stars