Enough hot hair blown through the voiceless crowd
To wonder if there is any end to this start
Were the street markets to busy pan handling there wears?
The nook breakers taking us all in a quick and fast despair?
The money men shining bright with all their might
Though their souls are long gone with nowhere to go
Body boldly beckons itself to be give another chance
But the blues says "There's nothing we can do about it son"
Couple of her batting eyes as Her smile was the only thing I wanted to get to know
The internet nets itself as we can barely even question ourselves
Though war and prejudice and the plague are all "at rest"
What will be the next collision throughout this world's test
Nickels no longer pour from the mouths of the rich
We seem to be all born to breathe and to snitch
Fast paced with shoes tight on the mind about face
The winds were blowing heavy yesterday
Today I just can't say