Walkin thru my city
And I came across a man
He had holes in both his hands
Rambling about a plan
With a belt around his arm
And a needle in his veins
I sat down close beside him and Began to share his pain
He wept and said this was not
Intended don't you see
I began to cry aloud
You stood by to watch us bleed
My broken hands and dirty deeds
Bloody knuckles
Shattered knees
None of it meant shit to you
I know it to be true
His gaze a million miles and with
Blood all through his hair
I never meant for this
I know it isn't fair
Then I watched his soul escape into the air
God died right there
In Ohio , in the street
In the gutter with his children
Bought and sold
Be it flesh or be it bone
Become a number or a name
For a day , you had a soul
Now I visit where he died
And my heart is made of stone
And my visions are of pain
And my home has bullet holes
We are all worthless and wasted
Vagabonds burning like train wrecks