22 Apr 1999

I went out the other day with
A man with a hand with molded clay
Asked him if we’ve got a shot
He smiled and said I write the plot

Cursed my fate and it loved the hate
Broke my smile with a rubber file
Cut my sight but the dark took flight
And I saw what I’ve seen and I wish had never been

Just look at us now; one nation under the gun
Just look at us now; we are Adam's only son
Just look at us now; dead last in a race we won
What have we become

Saw a man on the edge of a broken glass
With his face in a knot his eyes in a bind and his heart in the past
Jump and live he’ll jump and die
Maybe he won’t but just as soon try