Of the barrels we cry out
So ashamed of our tears that
We blame only ourselves
That's when they win
They keep us convinced
To lift up our chins
These playing fields are level
We all have a chance
With that they dismiss
The fast lanes erode
And which access depends on who you know
Or where you came from
Whose daughter are you?
Whose fortunate son?
We're told, to stick out our thumbs
As they feast from the linens
While we settle for crumbs
Is this an over-reaching arm
Or is this compassion?
Is this a handout undeserved
Or a just reparation?
(A just reparation)
Hauled away, from the towers
High above glass ceiling-ed tombs
Tell themselves
That they've earned this
By working hard
And playing by the rules
But this is only part true
A dangerous trick
Played on me and you
And so like a practical joke
We pulled on these bootstraps
So hard that they broke
Is this an over-reaching arm
Or is this compassion?
Is this a handout undeserved
Or a just reparation?
And like a single domino
That falls while the rest stay vertical
I'm fed these empty fairy tales
Will you believe them?
And if there's a god
You better pray
That this sleeping giant never wakes
And if we just take a step back
A bigger picture we might view
Perhaps the man in the gutter
Is not so different from you
Come in out of the cold
Forget all that you know
Because there's always been room
By the fire for you, oh
Come in out of the cold
Will you believe them?
Is this an over-reaching arm
Or is this compassion?
Is this a handout undeserved
Or a just reparation?
And like a single domino
That falls while the rest stay vertical
We're fed these empty fairy tales
And I'm through believing
All the way, at the bottom Of the barrels we cry out So ashamed of our tears that We blame only ourselves That's when they win They keep us convinced To lift up our chins These playing fields are level We all have a chance With that they dismiss The fast lanes erode And which access depends on who you know Or where you came from Whose daughter are you? Whose fortunate son? We're told, to stick out our thumbs As they feast from the linens While we settle for crumbs Is this an over-reaching arm Or is this compassion? Is this a handout undeserved Or a just reparation? (A just reparation) Hauled away, from the towers High above glass ceiling-ed tombs Tell themselves That they've earned this By working hard And playing by the rules But this is only part true A dangerous trick Played on me and you And so like a practical joke We pulled on these bootstraps So hard that they broke Is this an over-reaching arm Or is this compassion? Is this a handout undeserved Or a just reparation? And like a single domino That falls while the rest stay vertical I'm fed these empty fairy tales Will you believe them? And if there's a god You better pray That this sleeping giant never wakes And if we just take a step back A bigger picture we might view Perhaps the man in the gutter Is not so different from you Come in out of the cold Forget all that you know Because there's always been room By the fire for you, oh Come in out of the cold Will you believe them? Is this an over-reaching arm Or is this compassion? Is this a handout undeserved Or a just reparation? And like a single domino That falls while the rest stay vertical We're fed these empty fairy tales And I'm through believing Explain Request ×
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