Born like this Into this, As the chalk faces smile, As Mrs. Death laughs, As the elevators break,, As political landscapes dissolve, As the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree, As the oily fish spit out their oily prey, As the sun is masked,
We are, Born like this Into this, Into these carefully mad wars Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness, Into bars where people no longer speak to each other As the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree, Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings
Born into this, Into hospitals which are so expensive that it’s cheaper to die, Into lawyers who charge so much it’s cheaper to plead guilty, Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness, Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes