"You can spend your whole life workin' for something
Just to have it taken away.
People walk around pushing back their debts,
Wearing pay checks like necklaces and bracelets,
Talking 'bout nothing, not thinking 'bout death,
Every little heartbeat, every little breath.
People walk a tight rope on a razors edge
Carrying their hurt and hatred and weapons.
It could be a bomb or a bullet or a pen
Or a thought or a word or a sentence."
There Ain't no reason things are this way.
It's how they 've always been and they intend to stay
I don't know why I say the things I say, but I say them anyway.
But love will come set me free
Love will come set me free...