The Solution

TAKE AWAY THE SHOVEL
IT’S TIME TO STOP DIGGING
THE HOLE WE LIVE IN IS DEEP ENOUGH
TAKE AWAY THE SHOVEL
WE’D BETTER STOP DIGGING
BEFORE THE WALLS CAVE IN ON US
THE DIRT WE DUG
RAKED PUSHED AND SHOVED
THE MOUNTAIN HIGH
THE VALLEY LOW
MOVE THE MOUNTAIN
FILL THE HOLE

PUT AWAY THE WEAPONS
IT’S TIME TO STOP FIGHTING
THE FIGHT WE FOUGHT IS LONG ENOUGH
TAKE AWAY THE WEAPONS
WE’D BETTER STOP FIGHTING
BEFORE THE LOVE DIES
THE LIFE WE TOOK
RAPED, PILLAGED AND PLUNDERED
A PRICE SO HIGH
MORAL’S SO LOW
REMOVE THE HATE
MAKE LOVE NOT WAR

TAKE AWAY THE MONEY
IT’S TIME TO STOP SPENDING
THE DEBT WE OWE IS LARGE ENOUGH
TAKE AWAY THE MONEY
WE’D BETTER STOP SPENDING
BEFORE OUR GREED EATS UP WHAT’S LEFT
THE WAY WE LIVE
WITHOUT A CARE OR CONCERN
TAKING AND SPENDING
LYING AND CHEATING
GIVING NOTHING IN RETURN
WHEN WE SHOULD BE CARING
HOARDING INSTEAD OF SHARING

TAKE AWAY RELIGION
IT’S TO STOP THE EXCUSES
OUR DIFFERENCES ARE GREAT ENOUGH
TAKE AWAY RELIGION
WE’D BETTER STOP BLAMING
AND LOOK AT OURSELVES
WHEN WE ARE
WHAT WE SHOULD BE
THEN WE’LL BE CLOSE
TO CONNECTING
SPIRITUALLY

TAKE AWAY ETHINICITY
IT’S TIME WE ALL BECAME ONE
YOU AND ME
TAKE AWAY ETHNICITY
COLOUR OF SKIN
THE FOOD WE EAT
THE THINGS WE DO
THE PLACES WE LIVE
WE’RE ALL THE SAME
WE’RE ALL TO BLAME.

I AIN'T STUPIID
I AIN’T DUMB
I AIN’T LAZY
BUT ONE THINGS FOR SURE
LIFE SURE IS CRAZY!
GUY LOST HIS JOB
LOST HIS MIND
KILLED HIS FAMILY
TOOK HIS OWN LIFE
IN ANOTHER PLACE
ANOTHER TIME
ANOTHER WORLD
NOT MINE
SUBDIVISION
SACRED SOIL
PEACEFUL COEXISTENCE
MAKES BLOOD BOIL
I WAS HERE FIRST
GET IN LINE
IT BELONGS TO ME
NO, IT’S MINE
I AIN’T STUPID
I AIN’T DUMB
I AIN’T LAZY
BUT ONE THING’S FOR SURE
THIS WORLD SURE IS CRAZY.

Snapshot of Myself

As I look down I see myself, a wrinkled and abused pile of bones
A voice echoes softly though the PCP fog in the room
A strong weathered figure urgently beckons to me
Although already slowly in an upward drift; my momentum halts
Soft words tug gently on the anchor of my soul
My direction changes
Back down through the floorboards and the ceiling above
The light of my existence had almost extinguished itself it seems
I feel a flicker and my mind begins to unbend
A warmth, a rekindling form within
The drowsy numbness of narcotics still in my brain
They say only the good die young
Well, I would have made a lovely corpse
But then I then I thank Oma for this snapshot of myself
And the chance to live again.