living today

Oh I can feel the folks dying in the cold

In the streets where their souls leave us, leave us lonely

Maybe they were the lucky ones filling in the Big Chill

Than work for the boss without dreams fulfilled

For a tomorrow's empty yesterday

When it's hard enough living today

Sometimes, so many-many times I ask myself

If it's a wonderful world then why change only comes when we raise hell?

Pencil in that bubble, and temporary scratch that itch

By endorsing a false corporate smiling among the rich