Dance of the Defunct
Try and make our kids like us, oh let them be, let them be free
So hard on ourselves, try letting it go, not so easy you know
We have attained so many vices, we must learn to abstain, they only add to the pain
Spend so much time watching television, trying to numb out, to escape life no doubt
Ignore what's going down, just don't want to see, we'll just let it be
Don't get involved, is our rule of thumb, keeping comfortably numb
Get wrapped up in our jobs, have to make good, don't live like we should
Forget that our children need our time, not material things, we know what that brings
Don't trust our feelings, taught to keep them inside, we've learned how to hide
Think we know all, take all that we've learned, see how little was earned
Greed and jealousy, take over our souls, and defeats all our goals
Power mad lunatics, are in charge of us all, scheming our fall
Some of us will change, growing each day, there is no other way
Look to ourselves, it's only us we can save, let the sick people rave
Maybe some day they will see, their lives are all wrong, and only love makes us strong
Douglas A. Walker
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