----------------- In a closet in a box, you can't hide nothing from a kid When his dad went off to the football game Guess what that kid did? Last week it was lighting hairspray, this week he found a gun He was trying to be like Rambo when he pushed on it with his thumb Now the news says it's the father's fault, and the father blames the son And the N.R.A. is doing everything to protect the stupid gun But when all is said, nothing's done Life goes on... Minus One I was walking through Columbus Circle when I saw two street bums One of them was just lying there lifeless in the sun Upon closer inspection, I discovered he was dead The other bum reached over, grabbed the bottle from under his head I looked at him puzzled, he just looked back and grinned Then said, "Someday I want to be just like him" He took a sip of that whiskey, then offered me some He said, "Life goes on... Minus One." Now Charles Manson's just an argument the politicians use Like Hitler convinced his countrymen that it was good to kill the Jews Now down in Georgia there's a judge who supports the K.K.K. Who just sent another innocent black man to the electric chair today And while that judge sleeps the dirty work is done by a hired hand Who never saw or heard the witness or defendant on the stand The switch goes down, the deed is done Life goes on... Minus One Now if you're working in the nursing homes, you see it every day It's something you've got to get used to, there just ain't no other way Now the people gather at the graveyard to hear the final words Of the Pastor's reinterpretation of something he once heard He prays, "Lord take her spirit and please take away our hurt" Then they lower down the coffin. The little boy throws the dirt "Thy kingdom come, thy will be done" Life goes on... Minus One