Well, you know, so much of the time we're just lost   We say, "Please, God, tell us what is right, tell us what is true"   I mean, there is no justice   The rich win, the poor are powerless   We become tired of hearing people lie   And after a time we become dead, a little dead   We think of ourselves as victims, and we become victims   We become, we become   We become weak, we doubt ourselves, we doubt our beliefs, and we doubt the law   But today you are the law