look at all these people lying around
  look at all these people being scraped right off the ground
  because of too many broken homes
  too many cardboard boxes
  too many people who just can't survive
  hard losses well americans don't belong in tins
  let's learn to help ourselves before we help the foreign
  wounded decay shout out dismay
  can you hear their voices yelling out mayday
  why are we sending money over seas
  look out your window our nation's the one that needs
  because there's not enough income
  there's too much poverty
  why must we lose more lives before our eyes will see
  we'll leave it alone hope it goes away
  its hard to ignore life when you live it everyday
  I'd like to see I'd like to say I'd like to hear that help is on the way
  here today where tomorrow?
  death in the shadows
  affects us all
  too many bodies lie in the street
  too many hungry mouths that have the right to feed