I feel it seems not all is well And I've taken my time This leather hand works over A trouble man goes sober But still it seems not all is well
Here in town there is a bell And it rings just like time began All time permits for fast and slow Bring all nations to the show for show 'Cause here in town is where they sell
How many people does it take to wonder To turn the sunshine into thunder
Keep the sinners on the mountain side They've been around since the dawn of time They keep a close eye on the ones that hide Forgive, forget, and son will be a man Mother you got to release the withdrawn hand But still keep the sinners right by your side
How many people does it take to wonder To turn the sunshine into thunder How many lips can read what the tongue deceives To stutter meaninglessly
This fed up mind says to fall behind All to make it feel better 'Cause state of I tends to compromise the signs x7