You got eyes like the light in cloudy chimneys
You got cries like the bird of song in lonely trees
You got hands like the land and feet like the sea
And you’re not as simple as you seem
For your flesh is weak
And your bones are bare
And you cannot see your beating heart
Does it mean it’s not there?
For there is none good
Though we don’t seem too bad
We cannot live till we realize
That we were once dead
You got clothes from the shows with the unfunny jokes
You got ghosts that haunt you late at night when you’re all alone
You got hands that quake and feet that choke
And you’re not as simple as you’re told
For you’ll only breed darkness if you call the kettle black
So why say he’s your brother when you’re beating up the man?
For my flesh is weak and my bones are bare
And I cannot see my beating heart
Does it mean it’s not there?
For there is none good
Though we don’t seem too bad
We cannot live till we realize
That we were once dead
