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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