An old man lying by the road
  Black is night
  He's got his finger on the trigger
  An easy target in sight
  He's got no future, no family tree
  He's got a three dollar bottle
  And he drinks 'till he can't see
  All night, all night.....
    A young girl waiting on a line
  Eight a.m., she's got a six month old burden
  Willpower's withering thin
  An unwed mother beaten by her trade
  Each week her welfare reminds her
  Of mistakes she never made
  Oh no.....
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  Now what has that to say about tomorrow
  What has that to show for today
  Noah thought to build an ark
  Before the heavens washed it all away
  Away...
    A baby crying through a dream
  An afterthought
  Mother is seething for pleasure
  After the poison is bought
  His eyes are tainted, staggered is his breath
  Oh God, he's addicted
  Addicted to death
  Oh, no...
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