Breaking The Bones Of The World

THERE.S AN OIL FIRE BLAZING IN A BLACKENED SKY
THE HEAT PLAYS HAVOC WITH A MILLION LIVES
THE BODIES LAY STINKING IN AN OPEN GRAVE
GIVE A PRAYER FOR THE TERROR THAT COULD HAVE BEEN SAVED
IT'S A BEAUTIFUL PLACE ON A TYPICAL DAY
YOU COULDN'T FIND FREEDOM IF THEY GAVE IT AWAY
AND YOU DONT TELL A SOUL ABOUT THE JOY YOU FOUND
IT WOULDN'T EVEN FETCH YOU A DOLLAR A POUND
THERE'S AN ARAB KID WANDERING IN A PURPLE HAZE
WHERE THE AIR'S SO THICK YOU COULD SUFFER FOR DAYS
THE CANNON'S SO LOUD IT'LL BRING YOU TO TEARS
AS THE SILENCE TRICKLES FROM A DEADMAN'S EARS
YOU'RE BREAKING THE BONES OF THE WORLD
HIGH ON A WIRE
RAKING US OVER WITH MONEY TO BURN
YOU'RE BREAKING THE BONES OF THE WORLD
WELL THE RAIN BEATS DOWN ON THE FROZEN GROUND
AS THE HEAVENS CRY MERCY, ITS A HOLLOW SOUND
YOU DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT A NEGRO SONG
OR IF OLD MAN RIVER KEEPS FLOWING ALONG
WELL I WONDER WHAT YOU'D SAY AND IT'S ONLY A THOUGHT
IF I BROKE INTO YOUR HOUSE AND REPLACED THE LOCKS
SO YOU COULDN'T GET IN, AND YOU COULDN'T GO OUT
HAVE YOU ANY IDEA WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT
OUR WATER'S SO PRECIOUS AND WHEN IT'S GONE
IT'LL SETTLE ON THE CONSCIENCE OF EVERY MAN
THERE'S EQUAL RlGHTS AND I'VE GOT PLENTY TO SAY
I'M NOT ABOUT TO SIT AND LET YOU PISS IT AWAY
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NOW WE'RE HAVING IT OUT FIGHTING HAND TO HAND
LOOKING EVERY BIT AS MUCH LIKE PRIMITIVE MAN
WE'RE A CITY ON THE VERGE OF A TOTAL COLLAPSE
WHERE THE BLACKS HATE JEWS AND JEWS HATE BLACKS
AT A PLACE IN TIME WHERE ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE
IT'S DECIDED AT BIRTH THAT YOU'D BETTER MAKE GOOD
IF YOU'RE GONNA FLY HIGH OR YOU.RE GONNA BREAK DOWN
IT'S NOT AS THOUGH WE'RE LIVING IN YOUR AVERAGE TOWN
WELL YOU CALL THIS LIFE ANDYOU SAY THERE'S HOPE
BUT YOU COULDN'T FIND A SMILE WITH A MICROSCOPE
WE'RE PACKED SO TIGHT WITH SUCH A HEAVY LOAD
THAT I WOULDN'T BE SURPRISED IF WE DON'T EXPLODE
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WELL I CAUGHT YOU LAUGHING AS THE WALL CAME DOWN
NOW THE EASTERN METHODS CAN BE TOSSED AROUND
HOW DO YOU CONVINCE ANY BODY OF THAT
WITH A LOW RENT INCOME AND A GOVERNMENT FLAT
NOW THE OLD REGIME IS A GHOST OF THE PAST
AND THE QUALITY OF LIFE HAS CHANGED AT LAST
WE'RE GOING DOWNHILL WITH THE METERS ON
AND WE CAN'T FIGURE OUT WHAT THE HELL'S GONE WRONG
IN A TYPICAL CITY ON A TYPICAL DAY
YOU COULDN'T FIND TRUTH IF THEY GAVE IT AWAY
I KNOW YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT
WHERE YOU CAN'T BUY A BREAK UNLESS YOU SCREAM AND SHOUT