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All the way at the bottom of the barrels we cry out So ashamed of our tears that we blame only ourselves That's when they win They keep us convinced to lift up our chins These playing fields are level; we all have a chance With that they dismiss, the fast lanes they rode Which access depends on who you know Or where you came from Whose daughter are you? Whose fortunate son? We're told to stick out or thumbs They feast from the linens While we settle for crumbs Is this an overreaching arm Or is this compassion? Is this a handout undeserved Or a just reparation? (A just reparation) All the way from the towers, high above class ceiling toombs Tell themselves that they've earned this Like working hard or playing by the rules But this is only part true A dangerous trick, played on me and you And so like a practical joke, we put on these bootstraps So hard that they broke Is this an overreaching arm Or is this compassion? Is this a handout undeserved Or a just reparation? And like a single domino That falls while the rest stay vertical Will fear these empty fairy tales Or will you believe them? And if fear's a game, you better pray That this sleeping giant never wakes If we just take a step back A bigger picture we might view Perhaps the man in the gutter Is not so different from you Come in, all of the cold Forget all that you know Because there's always been room By the fire for you, oh Come in, all of the cold Or will you believe them? Is this an overreaching arm Or is this compassion? Is this a handout undeserved Or a just reparation? And like a single domino That falls while the rest stay vertical Will fear these empty fairy tales And I'm through believing |