It May Look Like I'm Moving But

All This Talk About Equality. The Only Thing People Really Have In Common Is That They Are All Going To Die.

I See The Turning Of The Page, Curtain Rising On A New Age, See The Groom Still Waiting At The Altar.

The Woman I Love She Got A Prize Fighter Nose, Cauliflower Ears And A Run In Her Hose.

What Politics I Ever Learned, I Learned In The Streets, Because It Was Part Of The Environment.

Madonna, She Still Has Not Showed, We See This Empty Cage Now Corrode, Where Her Cape Of The Stage Once Had Flowed, The Fiddler He Now Steps To The Road, On The Back Of The Fish Truck That Loads, While My Conscience Explodes.