Running Out of Time
Down each alley in this country, my friend,
the strings of injustice are being strummed,
songs of revolution are getting hummed,
and the beat of hatred is being drummed.
On each Main Street in this country, my friend,
indifference is hiding everywhere,
there are millions of faces that don’t care,
the best that they will do is stop and stare.
In every bank in this country, my friend,
all the rich men are counting up their gold,
While they are getting lazy, fat, and old,
from the blood of all the souls they have sold.
In the big house that leads us all, my friend,
it is pretty damn plain for us to see,
they won’t allow anyone to be free,
everyone must bow down upon their knee.
When we’re voting in this country, my friend,
we each have those doubts running through our minds,
though all the questions are clearly defined,
it’s the answers that are too hard to find.
Big businesses in this country, my friend,
where the billionaires search for better ways,
of just how they’ll use this hate-powered craze,
so they can give themselves a bigger raise.
It’s the crossroads of this country, my friend,
and we have reached that last fork in the road,
are we going to help carry the load,
or keep on doing whatever we’re told.
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