to the salt of the earth Say a prayer for the common foot soldier Spare a thought for his back breaking work Say a prayer for his wife and his children Who burn
lesson there? the lesson is it ain't gonna last If I had my day I'd burn down the factories that sicken me and make the weather gray if I had my way
River wind is icy Chills run through my bones Tides of life are ebbing out Between the cobblestones The streets are on fire With the burning sunrise And
're planting stories in the press Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out quick But when they will I can only guess They say I shot a man named Gray And
You questioned men and called them whores But you would never burn your bras You held your head up in the rain Your eyes were focused, mine were gray
they head for home City glows up into the sky Winter ribbon clouds melt down in the gray sky night Electric with light And if you're burning like a
gray no petals no introduction gray matter for introspection water making and breaking seeming fine faith no martyr no resolution depth of water over
you and me Are we that blind to see? Do we simply turn our heads And look the other way? And as her young man dies On a cold and gray Chicago morn'
dying head Auditory nerve is severed Labyrinth destroyed You are rendered deaf and blind Seconds before death On a spit your head will burn Charring
heads Till your necks are breaking Shake your heads Cry out as loud as you can Shake your heads Till your brains are burning Shake your heads Cry out
'm on your side Turning in the same coin No one seems to mind Total social failure Always paid in kind What a find All burn in gray When you have nothing
As the snow flies On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' A poor little baby child is born In the ghetto And his mama cries 'cause if there's one thing
What have the prophets done to gain the path we seek? The grayness that I see above it always follows me And the fruits of this life they take on many
me The rain gonna come through the window pain gonna come Black white rich poor, it's the same old drum Rainy days like a war use wisdom as a weapon Hold your head
up be sure to set it down See you laugh with those voices See you laugh with their heads And thoughts that I felt to be pulling It send new shades of gray
away It's your day Candles burning more than you would like to say Send the conversation way the other way Did you find another silver line today or is it gray
D E M A N D D E M A N D A B R I G H T E R DAY PIERCE'em PIERCE'em PIERCE'em PIERCE their frozen hearts until they BURN free pierce'em