That stain on the sidewalk there? That used to be someone I knew Twenty three and dreaming Twenty three and glowing He can't hear us Where'd the money come from? Where'd the clothes come from? You're not welcome here ever again Take your venom with you No parade No facade No bouquets No black cars No redeeming values No remorse No song Not the first, not the last Just a ripple in the tide Laying blame, attaching guilt Won't remove it from our minds If pressed, I might say That we all deserve to feel ashamed Look at your hands, they're the same as mine So soiled you can't see color