Hey John
There is a God
He’s given a choice
And we’ve taken it wrong
If there’s any to blame
We’d be the ones
From the very beginning
Till Kingdom come

We’re always looking
For someone to blame
We wonder at love
But blunder in hate
Never owning up to
Our man made mistakes
As we easily cave
To Satans ways

Hey John
Stop blaming God
For all of the problems
That we have brought on
Like it or not
We’re all being taught
To sinfully place
The blame on God

living at this moment
waiting for the next
who am i trying to kid
this kid needs a fix

in this jumbled mind
i've got a troubled plan
shaking with the times
waiting on the man

fistful of crumpled dollars
pocket full of ***** change
hoping he's still coming
my time is running late

goes without saying
this ******, i'll be ******
i hear the dirge a-playing
waiting on the man

this pounding in my head
does not bear repeating
shaky future in shaky hands
momentary pleasure is deceiving

if i had a second chance
to do it all again
it would turn out much the same
waiting on the man

Believe you me I’m privy to their secrets
With Big Brother always watching over me
And what I know you know that I can't keep it
Remember this in case tomorrow I'm history

U.F.O.' s are flying past my building
I see them wink, little men of green
It's time to foil up all my windows
Keep the gamma rays from infiltrating

And of the mailman I'm more than a bit leary
Letters and bills are not the only thing in the post
A very good reason for most of the junk mail
Is in the hiding of tiny microphones

When I head to the grocery, people sure are friendly
Asking how I am, checking up on me
I’m pretty sure they’re all Russian agents
With that English accent down to a tee

When l'm home alone doing daily dishes
I hear strange voices gurgling from the sink
I'm always very quick to close the refrigerator
The other day I caught the honey ham glazing back at me

And all this because I know the truth
How do I know, my source's tell me so
If I told a few to you, you would be paranoid too
Let’s just say it’s best that you don’t know

a tattered couch for emphasis
yellowed photograph in hand
memories of a time
as a younger man
had himself a family
beautiful wife to hold his hand
but along with it all
came along life's demands

back then he called it providing
the years that he went missing
to himself he was lying
though he kept insisting
absent husband, absent father
would seldom make it home
when he finally did
he found himself alone

the children never knew
the dad who said he loved them
hard to see it any other way
missing father, missing husband
with them no longer here
and he no longer able
to hold back the tears
but now able to say so

to a yellowed-out photograph
sadly in an empty room
if only he had known
what his fortune would lose

how many of us wear a mask
behind the pills that we ingest
to magically change our attitude
put us in a better mood
problem is they never last

so they kindly give us more
pills and pills by the score
hide the problems that we keep
can i have another please
back to knocking on their door

turn the **** and open wide
to a world that's zombified
proclaiming loudly we are cured
can we not see, have we not heard
all the sorrow in our lives

from all the pills that we ingest
that help us hide behind the masks
changes truth in attitude
puts us in a better mood
problem is it never lasts

three simple things i ask
i've wondered over time
with the progress being made
what have we left behind

how heavy is the concrete
that's laid on tinder soil
these are two of the three
that i'd like to know

with the third one being
before we are to late
from what i have been seeing
...where will the children play