We might still be forgotten,
Even though you read your writing on the wall.
You have planned your resistance:
Nothing's left to chance, you see the rise and fall.
Looking at the man in the dustbowl,
And the land beneath his feet is not his own. (Oh no)
Living out good time religion,
But it seems to me your heart is made of stone. (Oh yeah)
(Chorus)
Show me the business that you build your world upon.
I see the right in every lie. (yeah, yeah)
Show me the wisdom that you build your world upon.
I show you mine, I show you mine.
Standing up against the wall. (Oh yeah)
Standing up against the wall.
Looking through rose-coloured glasses,
Well you know they say that life looks well that way. (yeah)
And you can change all the colours,
You can suit yourself and find a better day. (ye-a-ah)
And living on the land love is like the load,
There's no price to hide for your security. (no no)
For when you spend your life at a bus-stop,
Well it's harder now to take the price afforded. (ah, yeah, yeah)