I could have bottomless pockets full of loose change
And yesterday’s homeless would be homeless today
I look at my watch as I run for the train
Sticking the headphones in my ears
Don’t the world’s problems seem unsolvable?
When did I get so cynical?
Don’t wanna be so cynical
We’re turning the clock back at least fifty years
We vote for idols who have no ideas
We’re becoming the same thing that everyone fears
And sending the peace makers away
What they call freedom is another brick wall
When did I get so cynical
Don’t wanna be so cynical
Where is the joy?
Where is the wonder?
Where’s the lifeline for those going under?
Ave Maria
Gratsia Plena
Gratsia plena
Maria Maria Gratsia
Let’s have a hand for the angry young boy
At least he’s in love with the things he destroys
Until they start listening he’ll keep making noise
He just wants to tear the temple down
All the King’s horses and all the king’s men
Don’t want to put this world together again
I wanna feel when I come to the end
That I made something beautiful
All anyone wants is a soft place to fall
Let me be angry, upset and appalled
Just don’t let me be too cyncial
