In those dirt plots -
You know the ones,
Power Ranger band aides don't exist
and Blow Pops are just commercials -
A new work force grows up,
They sing rhythmless songs
All words
Those words
That make you wonder if you've locked your door
And make you think twice about charity.
Why?
Are you better than those eerie songs
That scream out against your indifference.
Does your security feel useless
Does your money look dirty?
And what if you decided that
Stretching out a hand maybe
Worth the risk of losing it.
You would be no less gallant and
No less heroic
Than the Fisher King
That lost nothing for everything.