The Well

The Well I see greed and ambition scratch crooked fingers to the sky
Watch priests and politicians bow their heads and cry
I see lawyers and thieves sing the same old lies
All around the world, I can’t believe my eyes God’s gone out of business, I’ve thrown away my cross
I can’t tell the difference between the prophet and the loss Don’t ask me if I care, I’d only tell a lie
The well of human kindness is dry When everybody’s selling and the buyers can’t be found
When everyone is screaming and I can’t hear a sound
There’s a price on everything and on everybody’s head
And the cost of living’s rising just like the living dead The Devil’s shut up shop, the price of soul hits the floor
It’s a buyer’s market he don’t need anymore Don’t ask me if I care, I’d only tell a lie
The well of human kindness is dry Something starts to stir at the setting of the sun
When you think it’s almost over, the worst is yet to come
Power crazed tyrants bang the drum of war
When you think you’ve had enough, there’s always a little more The world is run by psychos we’re going up in smoke
There’s a queue to press the button like it’s some kinda joke Don’t ask me if I care, I’d only tell a lie
The well of human kindness is dry
The well of human kindness is dry
The well of human kindness is dry

Leave a Comment