It never used to bother me
to see a "Great Society"
perpetuate inequity.

We were just beasts
in a zoo of our making;
taking a life was just our right.
Only the strong survive.

I've changed a bit, I think
that it's because so much
has come my way.

I've got a happy life,
a pretty wife, a house,
two kids who bring me joy each day.

It used to be so easy not to give a damn.
But what I was was so much less than what I am.

Dobson over Darwin in the classroom
and so we fall behind.
Belief betrays the mind.
Sentencing our kids to die for madmen.
The one percent don't care.
We're forced to pay their share.
The happier I get within my own life,
the more all this injustice makes me angry.

I don't mind it when I find
a mind that's of a different kind.
A different drummer's needed for a different beat.
But when you vow to tell me how
to live and raise my children,
now your holier-than-thou bullshit must meet defeat.

Prison terms for hurting no one,
immunity if you made the gun.
The sound of innocents at play
while evil strengthens by the day,
and nothing I can do or say
will make the problem go away.
I'm helpless and frustrated and I'm angry.

I can't help but worry for the future.
The kids grow up so fast
and good guys finish last.
The world we're in sets such a bad example;
we dissipate our rights
and feed the mouth that bites.
The brighter fickle fortune shines upon me;
the more my life is trouble-free
the more it seems to trouble me.
(The harder it becomes for me
to sit and watch it quietly)
And I become so bitterly
ferociously
destructively
ANGRY.

Music and lyrics copyright © 2008 David M. Wesner.  All rights reserved.