Wishing Wells

Wishing wells

Are fine in fairy tales

But they've got no business here

Where evil's very real

And children are known

To just disappear

Magic spells

Still hold no currency

Where people are lining up

To sell their dignity

When reality's a show

They'll crawl through mud

I fear sometimes

We ain't got a hope in hell

I've half a mind to hang the next fool

To wish me well

To wish me well

It comes as no surprise

All that rises to the top

Before our very eyes

With each generation expectation drops

I feel sometimes

We ain't got a hope in hell

I've a half a mind to hang the next fool

To wish me well

To wish me well

Tell me when

When will the truth prevail

To clear away all

The smug and smirking juveniles

And save us from all

The blood thirsty thugs

I fear sometimes

We ain't got a hope in hell

I've half a mind to hang the next fool

To wish me well