Brother, at this moment
You ain’t feeling any pain
And you’re staring out the window
And it looks like rain
You’re a veteran and you know
About monkeys on the brain
You watched every dream you’ve had
Like broken in the drain
Three hundred thousand men
All different, all the same
Three hundred thousand men
All different, all the same
Piled up like driftwood in a pouring rain
Hey stranger
Ain’t there nothing I can say
Can you think of any way that you can make it through the day
Hey stranger
Ain’t there nothing I can do
You lost it all for me, there must be something I can do for you
A quarter of the country
Is one paycheck from the street
A tenth of the country
Has never had enough to eat
And one one-hundredth of the country
Is strangling all the rest
And every policeman on the street
Is wearing a bulletproof vest
Three hundred thousand men
All different, all the same
Three hundred thousand men
All different, all the same
Piled up like driftwood in a pouring rain
Hey stranger
Ain’t there nothing I can say
Can you think of any way that you can make it through the day
Hey stranger
Ain’t there nothing I can do
You lost it all for me, there must be something I can do for you
–David Baerwald, “Stranger” (download). From the 1990 album Bedtime Stories.
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