You Can't Eat Your Supper Alone

It's all good, and it's all bad
the beginning the end to life,
the beginning the end to this song.
No savior is going to save us.
Roads only get paved
if someone is getting paid.

Society, you get down on your knees
on Sunday, giving a nod to a Higher Power
who was invented for you,
invented to keep you in line.
On Monday, you get in line to go to work;
you stand behind each other in line at lunch,
and then you follow each other home at five.

They stick needles in her dialing for dollars.
They give you traffic tickets when their quota is due.
Politicians are in Washington to make more money,
not to look out for me, and you.

It's all good, and it's all bad.