From the mansions to the slums
Pick your pen, your sword, your gun
As your defender
Through the years not much has changed
What is Caesars, you still gotta render
Deception and deceit are still rulers of the street
If you haven't noticed
And if there's a God above, who wants us
To love
I wish He'd show us
Yeah, I've been around the block
I see that freedom's got a shotgun
Named Violence
From the mountaintop I see Dr. Martin
Luther King
Sitting in silence
He asks "what's gone so wrong?"
While I sing a simple song
And I wonder
What happened to those wings and
All the things
That kept us from going under
This world has all gone mad
It's funny and its sad
But I can hear the freedom bells a ringin'
Jesus wept and said, "Rise again ye dead
For the silent will soon be singin"
The Mercy home on 3rd
Nobody ever spoke a word about the sadness
Michael's sister had been slain
They thought it was a Latin King
In all its madness
Down the desperate corridors
He walks into those darkened doors
Where was he going?
Not a shoulder he could weep
For all these nights he couldn't sleep,
For there was no one
The elderly all stare like statues in a chair
Late in the morning
I don't see them talk at all,
Sometimes they stare into a wall
Until its disturbing
Their eyes so far away
While they relive a distant day
When they were something
And it breaks my heart in two
It seems there's little I can do,
So I do nothing
This world has all gone mad
It's funny and it's sad
There's no telling what it will be bringing
I can only hope and pray
That there will come a day
When the silent will soon be singing
Oppression hides in fear
Anger is always near, in times like these are
Like the times of Ancient Rome
Like the battle for the throne after J. Caesar
Tis nobler in the mind, not to suffer all the time
Is that the lesson?
By land or by sea
To be or not to be, is that the question?
The bible says this too shall pass
The curse of the starving class
Lives through the ages
From the mountains to the caves
Among the poor, the knaves,
The prophets and the sages
The willful and the weak
Will not find the strength to speak
Of those forgotten
We all reap what we sow
Maybe silence isn't golden, it's rotten
The world has all gone mad
It's funny and its sad...
But I can hear the freedom bells a ringin'
Jesus wept and said,
"Rise again ye dead
For the silent will soon be singin"