Rush

Looking upon a scarred and battered earth
Scurrying Hurrying Frantic Birth
Fathers rushing home to families they’ll soon abuse
And people to the pills they’ll soon misuse
And teenagers to mothers they’ll soon ignore
And girls to beauty magazines they’ll soon adore
And classrooms filling with students they’ll soon conform
And soldiers to wars where they'll soon bloody their uniforms
And kids to computer screens where they'll soon find their porn
And infants to hospitals where they'll soon be mourned
And friends to parties where they’ll soon return to infancy
And politicians to pedestals where they’ll soon shout hypocrisies
And children to stores where they’ll soon be spoiled
And christians to Churches where they’ll soon be toiled
And grandfathers to graveyards where they’ll soon find peace
And the homeless to the streets where they’ll burn their voided lease
And grandmothers to nursing homes where they’ll soon be forgot
And Congress to the lobbyists where they’ll soon be bought
And businessmen to meetings where they’ll soon decide to deceive
And boyfriends to girlfriends who they’ll soon decide to leave
And mothers to abortion clinics where they'll soon lose their sons
And maniacs to shops where they'll soon buy their guns


, And the young idealist to his car
Shouting out his hopes in vain
Afraid to roll the window block
Or return to where the peddlers reign,
Streets of gold and perfume
Blocking out the underneath rot,
A fearful rebel hiding in an abandoned lot,

A parade of monkeys rushing to the grave,
Scurrying Hurrying Frantic Death.