Falling on Me, Falling on You
It’s all falling on me
And it’s all falling on you
It’s clear as crystal to see
There’s not much that we will do
The responsibility
The onus, the burden of proof
In the court of stability,
The dragon is on the loose
The bridge is falling on me
The tower is falling on you
In the dungeons of senility,
Your heroism isn’t of use
The fork-tongued demon will speak
Possessed by illegitimate truth
The culture gives it mystique
A bill of goods sold to the youth
Condemnation won’t free
Any from the chains of abuse
The blind beggar still won’t see
The deformed cripple still won’t move
And if by some decree,
They let the stilled waters loose,
There’ll be no safe harbor to be
And no hopeful port to move to
The boughs stripped from every tree
The feathers plucked from each goose
And in hapless humility,
We’ll concede there’s no solution to choose
If you have outworn your one dream
If you’ve outlasted your only use
If your soul’s muscle is atrophied
If your heart’s detective hasn’t a clue
Then this is where we let off some steam
From the locomotive to the caboose
And as we slide down into ravines,
Let the next ones hear the good news
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