Accidentally 4th Street (gloria)

Well, we're looking at the cover, spending all our time

Just staring at the magazine

Well, look who's on the cover wasting all our time

Some psuedo-fascist hero machine

Well, that's no space for a human being

That man is not a hero or saint

When somewhere in deepest America

Grown men weep at the sound of his name

So it goes...

All the girls named Gloria

Sing sweetly out of key

The sun rose in the west today

Accidents in the land of the free

Well I grew up where they showed you the body count

In color on the dinner TV

And I've been numbed so insensitive

That all I can think about is you and me

Children from the best homes they all have guns and butter

They have their share of murder blue

Well it's not such a wiggy-awesome-good-time

When a shopping mall milita point their cannons at you

So it goes....

Everyone believes in the stories 'bout the Cadillacs

Everybody's got enough to eat

And people always keep their eyes glued to the ground

When a desperate man, he's gotta cling to the street

And I swear to myself I will help them

I will be an upstanding man

But when I walk by and I hear them cry

That money just sticks to my hand

What's wrong with me!