These Blues

Is this the New Year or just anoth­er night?
Is this the new fear or just anoth­er fright?
Is this the new tear or just anoth­er des­per­a­tion?

Is this the fin­ger or just anoth­er fist?
Is this the king­dom or just a hit n’ miss?
I miss direc­tion most in all this des­per­a­tion

Is this what they call free­dom?
Is this what you call pain?
Is this what they call dis­con­tent­ed fame?

It’ll be a day like this one
When the world caves in, when the world caves in

I’m singing this one like a bro­ken piece of glass
From bro­ken hearts and bro­ken noses in the back
Is this the New Year or just anoth­er des­per­a­tion?

You push until you’re shov­ing
You bend until you break
Do you stand on the bro­ken fields where our fathers lay?

It’ll be a day like this one
When the world caves in, when the world caves in

Is noth­ing here worth sav­ing?
Is no one here at all?
Is there any net left that could break our fall?

It’ll be a day like this one
When the sky falls down and the hun­gry
And poor and desert­ed are found

Are you dis­con­tent­ed?
Have you been push­ing hard?
Have you been throw­ing down this bro­ken house of cards?

Is there noth­ing left now? Noth­ing left to sing
Are there any left who haven’t kissed the ene­my?
Is this the New Year or just anoth­er des­per­a­tion?

Yeah, does jus­tice nev­er find you?
Do the wicked nev­er lose?
Is there any hon­est song to sing besides these blues?

And noth­ing is okay
Till the world caves in, until the world caves in.

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