Stumbling drunk off a bus downtown   You've got it bad for the system   'Cause you know it let you down   You see the marks on the whores   And the dimes they lent you   And your paranoia soars   On the wings of your dementia      Without a system that compels   The growth of human compassion   Its a face that will never change   Nobodys well when ever one soul suffers   We're bound by circumstances   We cant dissarrange   Does shame prevent you   >From engaging in the indigents struggle      Just filling up a vacancy   With nothing new to live for   When I was young and naive   I believed I could be so much more   Out of touch with a world   That never cared or knew me   More dead than alive   when you stare right through me      Its a face that will never, never change   never change   You could be the one   With your hand held out