Look at the lonely, and the bitter one-and-onlys living in this town,
Look at the shattered, and the ones that thought they mattered; now they don't, somehow,
Don't, somehow.
Who's gonna love them; is it you or me?
Who's gonna come to them and set them free?
Think of the hungry ones, the empty bellies stumbling, skidding down the road,
Each night, you'll find them 'round the campfires of the selves they burned out long ago, too many songs ago.
They sang along with swans, but then the daring dive,
Now they get to sit around with songs of loser,
Nothing true; talk trash and jive.
A sad affair to stare into the mirror of self-delude,
Who's kidding who today?
The tramp you turned away from at the door could be more far along that you, I'd say,
Beyond the shelter and the welfare cheque you spawned, he pawned his soul today,
You can hear him say, "I am the Christ, the chose one; my hands are frozen 'cause you've tied them tight around your world,
Yes, I am Jesus, I am able to raise Cain upon the table that I blessed today,
While you keep running out my door, I'm gonna keep knocking, knocking upon yours today,
I sit in silence, and I'm here to take the stand, and testify, and say, "You are my chosen on, today I have begotten you; come be my son,
You are the apple of my eye, will never leave you,
Deep inside is where I want to stay,
Come taste, the fruit of love is good,
Come and see that it is good,
Come taste, the fruit of love is good,
Come and see that love is good,
Come taste, and see that love is good,"
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