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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