The red glare on the streets of downtown
The glow from a computer screen round 2 A.M.
The big, bright sign flashing “Babes, Babes, Babes.”
Crude drawings on bathroom walls
Boxes of back issues stacked in the hall
Late night commercial’s with a number begging you to call
Look around at this cell that were in
At the chains on our ankles and wrists
I think we’d like to get out, but don’t know where to begin?
Do you remember life without this darkness?
Didn’t we have eyes once like the sun?
Weren’t we free then of what we’ve now become?
Somehow this world became one big, long grocery line
Magazine racks stacked high on both sides
and we turned our eyes to the left and to the right and let it all in
Now look at this cell that we’re in
At the chains on our ankles and wrists
We’d like to get out, but don’t know where to begin?
Movie store, top shelf videos
Late night hotel, cable t.v. shows
The girl on the corner stretching out her pantyhose
asking, “Looking for a good time?”
I know you see this cell that we’re in
You see the chains on our ankles and wrists
Come quickly Lord we don’t know where to begin?
Like Israel in the palm of Pharaohs hand
We don’t know where to begin
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