Down On Freestreet

Down on Freestreet

Buried six feet down

In a one horse

Carefully locked door town

Where no one ever comes around

There ain't nothing there to be found

An eye for one eye, pound for pound

Blown up yet minimal, built up by criminal hands

And to the republic, it's sick

For which it stands

There's a man on desolation row

Reaping fruits that someone else has sown

And a prime time appearance on a television show

You know, the sheep are ridden with disease

And I'm down on bending knees

The tumor's spreading oh, so fast

The remedy will never last

The die's been cast and the deadline's past

There's a crying beholder

But no one told her, why

Just wrapped up in plastic

Conveniently elastic lies

I got my radio on

It's playing that same old stupid song

Over and over for much too long

I've got to turn that damn thing down

I've got to turn that damn thing down

I've got to turn that damn thing down

I've got to turn that damn thing down

I've got to turn that damn thing down

I've got to turn that damn thing down

I've got to turn that damn thing down

I've got to turn that damn thing

Turn that damn thing

Turn that damn thing

Turn that damn thing down