SUCH A WASTE OF LIFE

Cup of coffee at the Greydog

Sunday morning a steady rain

Daylight moon over the West Side

So much pain

Ghost of violence in the air

And New York is dead

Black man hanging on Clarkson Street, rots in my brain

Such a waste of life

Such a waste of life

Such a waste of life, again

A young orphan running scared

These sins will linger on

And this dirty war never seemed so wrong

Survived the riot of 1863

Written on the cellar wall

And this dirty war never seemed so wrong

Such a waste of life

Such a waste of life

Such a waste of life, again

And time passes like fear

Like a gift from one generation to the next

And we live and we breath

We love and we hate

And we die in the palms of kings and politicians

And we hate again

Well we dream and we chase peace

We hate

And I was born the only son of a lost soul

Nothing changes

Nothing changes

Nothing changes, at all

Such a waste of life

Such a waste of life

Such a waste of life, again