Another night of pain in the alley
Sirens carry more to the morgue
I hear a mother’s wailing
Cracked roads failing
A streetlight flickers
And fades to a dot
I’m a scrap of rags clinging to life
The trash that the rats ignore
Yet my small hands hang on
Still pray to the same god -
Statues of men
Who let it all rot
The suit wants to find a solution
The statesman will give it a shot
The priest declares his contribution
“Won’t that clear the air?”
But false prayers and thoughts
Are all that they’ve got
In secret they whisper:
“Let it all rot”
Anothеr day of no rain in the valley
Towers bеar down on my picket line
I scream for answers
To the slow-spreading cancer
A sickness
The wicked forgot
They say that they’ll fix their institution
They claim that they care a lot
They even promise they’ll buy me absolution
“Won’t that clear the air?”
“Won’t that clear?”
“Clear?”
Liars and deceivers
I try to believe
I could make them stop
But my drive is displaced
By the lies that I face
Now all I say is:
“Let it all rot!”
Liars, deceivers
I still don’t believe it