The world would be incomplete,
Without starving people
And police sirens ringing
Out across the street.
Or without a wave of anger,
Crashing in a twisting torrent.
Washing any good away.
When you lie or steal,
it's okay as long as you keep it discrete.

Oh, suffer you all, to keep it working.
Sweat all your sweat through your brow,
even though somehow.
It'll stay complete.
To question for a change,
To the world seem so strange.
That if you do so,
You're cut away left to die,
A lonesome stray.