Stumbling drunk off a bus downtown
You've got it bad for the system
'Cause you know it let you down
You see the marks on the whores
And the dimes they lent you
On the wings of your dementia
Without a system that compels
The growth of human compassion
Its a face that will never change
Nobodys well when ever one soul suffers
We're bound by circumstances
>From engaging in the indigents struggle
Just filling up a vacancy
With nothing new to live for
When I was young and naive
I believed I could be so much more
Out of touch with a world
That never cared or knew me
when you stare right through me
Its a face that will never, never change