The complexity of life
Is a label we must wear
Snarled visions of the dreamer
Condemned by his own dare
As a child I asked the questions
But only for their sakes
Believing there were answers
Become my one mistake, yeah
The holy morning paper
Slaps the steps of dawn
America’s doors open
Let’s see what’s goin’ on
Confusion with our coffee
Fear and frosted flakes
The dollar takes another dive
Another bubble breaks, yeah
A shuffle offstage, a change of scene
The expose of the American dream
Watergate burglars comedy relief
Laugh at ideals surviving our grief
It’s fool’s gold, for gilded fools
Playing gaily with twisted rules
Hail to the families in their TV rooms
Suicide genocide abortion cartoons
Terrorism violence starving refugees
Conscience crucified reality recedes
Nuclear tyrants computerized plan
Holding hostage everym-an
It won’t happen 1950
It may happen 1965
It will happen
Just don’t think about i-t
Form dust to dust our lives fade away
We are the winds empty sighing
Vanity, all vanity
All but the cross, all but His dying
All but the cross, all but His d-y-ing
