They caught the killer -
a darker day than it should have been
for the kids in the skeletal playgrounds,
maybe it was for than they really needed to see.
But at least you know where your tax dollars are going.
The day time felt like roadkill,
it forced the rejection letters a day early
so advertise the institutions
so you can rub it in their faces.
It's okay that right now I feel a little worthless
cus my soul has a way of easing it's own pain.
All I know and all I believe in is always dripping from the strings.
We're all the same.
The world's at war and God comes rambling from the church.
I saw the sun decay, for the bomb display
and love was crying,
desperate from her hearse:
"I'm living for the sound of children laughing.
I'm living for the joy of creative birth."
So as the crowd swells for punks chaos
and the soldiers take a rest to ease their pain,
"End the violence" chimed from protesting masses
cus we're all the same, we're all the same.