Hank owns a bank but his kids are on the street
Janie's got a good grip on desperation
While Hank's getting fat but he doesn't see his need
As I'm standing here on this stage
Hanging from a cross that I have made
What you see is probably deceit
Only God knows the difference
The difference between preachers and thieves
Rosa's the lady in apartment fifteen
No one knows her name or what language she speaks
Or that her son is dying alone behind those walls
Separating their home from the apartments she cleans
Struggling to stand and fighting to breathe
One cries to His left and one dies to His right
One takes his last breath embracing his mockery
While the other opens his eyes in paradise
Janie's an addict but she feeds her family Hank owns a bank but his kids are on the street Janie's got a good grip on desperation While Hank's getting fat but he doesn't see his need As I'm standing here on this stage Hanging from a cross that I have made What you see is probably deceit Only God knows the difference The difference between preachers and thieves Rosa's the lady in apartment fifteen No one knows her name or what language she speaks Or that her son is dying alone behind those walls Separating their home from the apartments she cleans Struggling to stand and fighting to breathe One cries to His left and one dies to His right One takes his last breath embracing his mockery While the other opens his eyes in paradise Explain Request ×
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