We Work Our Jobs, Collect Our Pay,

Someone Could Walk Into This Room And Say Your Life Is On Fire.

It's Outrageous To Line Your Pockets Off The Misery Of The Poor; It's Outrageous, The Crimes Some Human Beings Must Endure.

The Death Penalty Is Reserved For People Who Do Not

A Man Walks Down The Street. It's A Street In A Strange World. Maybe It's The Third World. Maybe It's His First Time Around. He Doesn't Speak The Language. He Holds No Currency. He Is A Foreign Man. He Is Surrounded By The Sound, Sound Of Cattle In The Marketplace, Scatterlings And Orphanages. He Looks Around, Around He Sees Angels In The Architecture Spinning In Infinity And He Says, "amen" And "hallelujah!

We've Survived By Believing Our Life Is Going To Get Better.