| You wanna watch it fall apart | |
| Every time I walk I watch | |
| I look, I notice, I observe | |
| I read the signs | |
| And the signs are pointing in the wrong direction | |
| The signs are not naming the streets | |
| or leading you to the highways | |
| the signs are naming names | |
| tombstones to mark the death of children not even born | |
| and I don't mean abortion I mean what is to come | |
| The signs are telling me to turn back around | |
| the signs are telling me to research my past | |
| the signs are telling me to learn from my mistakes | |
| the signs are asking me questions | |
| Do you wanna watch it all fall apart? | |
| Do you have any control? | |
| Is there anything that you can do? | |
| Time is not a nice person | |
| I know because the sign said it | |
| time can be generous but ultimately time is indifferent | |
| time does not give two damns or a fuck | |
| So what will you do? | |
| What will we do? | |
| So I'm in the middle of the street talkin' to the signs | |
| and people are lookin' at me pointing and laughing | |
| like, "This mothafucker's crazy!" | |
| But do they not see the signs? | |
| Do you not see the signs? | |
| If there is one thing in this world | |
| that you can depend on | |
| that you can bet your last dollar on | |
| it's the ignorance of the American people | |
| But still I have faith | |
| But still I read the signs | |
| They are indeed there | |
| Some of us are lost | |
| and will not find our way | |
| no matter what the signs say | |
| Some of us do not see the signs because | |
| we are too busy shopping. | |
| Some of us do not see the signs because | |
| we can't help but stop and look at the accidents and stare | |
| We are in a daze | |
| We are amazed by the world's displays | |
| Some of us do not see the signs because | |
| we are giving spare change to the homeless | |
| we are getting gas | |
| we are volunteering for duty | |
| and we are watching television | |
| We are driving around in circles on spinners | |
| and we are working eight to six | |
| We are on our way to the club | |
| we are high, we are drunk, and we are sober | |
| and we do not see the signs | |
| We are listening to a moron babble | |
| we are listening to tongues that lie | |
| we give them an ear | |
| we give them a hand | |
| we give them both eyes | |
| so we cannot see the signs | |
| There are children playing in the streets | |
| and they cannot read the signs | |
| They are only children | |
| Stop. | |
| Stop! | |
| I fear there is no U-turn | |
| and that this road dead-ends | |
| because we cannot read the signs | |
| Do you not see the signs? | |
| We must read the signs | |
| and we must turn around | |
| we must turn around | |
| we gotta turn this shit around | |
| and we gotta read the signs | |
| we must read the signs... | |
| we must read the signs... | |
| we must read the signs... | |
| we gotta read the signs... | |
| we gotta turn this shit around... | |
| we must turn this shit around... |