-----------------In a closet in a box, you can't hide nothing from a kidWhen his dad went off to the football gameGuess what that kid did?Last week it was lighting hairspray, this week he found a gunHe was trying to be like Rambo when he pushed on it with his thumbNow the news says it's the father's fault, and the father blames the sonAnd the N.R.A. is doing everything to protect the stupid gunBut when all is said, nothing's doneLife goes on... Minus OneI was walking through Columbus Circle when I saw two street bumsOne of them was just lying there lifeless in the sunUpon closer inspection, I discovered he was deadThe other bum reached over, grabbed the bottle from under his headI looked at him puzzled, he just looked back and grinnedThen said, "Someday I want to be just like him"He took a sip of that whiskey, then offered me someHe said, "Life goes on... Minus One."Now Charles Manson's just an argument the politicians useLike Hitler convinced his countrymen that it was good to kill the JewsNow down in Georgia there's a judge who supports the K.K.K.Who just sent another innocent black man to the electric chair todayAnd while that judge sleeps the dirty work is done by a hired handWho never saw or heard the witness or defendant on the standThe switch goes down, the deed is doneLife goes on... Minus OneNow if you're working in the nursing homes, you see it every dayIt's something you've got to get used to, there just ain't no other wayNow the people gather at the graveyard to hear the final wordsOf the Pastor's reinterpretation of something he once heardHe prays, "Lord take her spirit and please take away our hurt"Then they lower down the coffin. The little boy throws the dirt"Thy kingdom come, thy will be done"Life goes on... Minus One