Rehashing

Where are the Heroes That kid's want to meet Not in the pages of comics But live here on our street's Who is going to ignite The kinks and the bends Where danger extends Along these trampled street's of woe Into the afterglow of childhood dreams Where god only knows The boundaries and rule's Or the form of tool's that will be used On the tinder steps of those who power Our working pay and weekly hour's Of mass taxation and exploitan Built upon chemical sedation As we live to support our medication If this is what we are meant To base our every working cent Then what's the point of taking part In an ever increasing Waste of time Life is to short for backward thinking And the overriding feeling Of waking up To a life without reason