Dan Cioper: Music

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When, when will you listen?
Must your brother die in an endless war abroad?
Will your mother die of heartbreak how she sobs?
When your sister finds the streets ain't safe alone
will your father finally pick up the phone
and call on someone?

When, when will you listen?
When you've had all the filth you can take
and the crooks have took off with the safe
and they're looting you down to your Peruvian vase
will you raise your hands and stand
to keep what's left?

When, when will you listen?
When you see that we're all paraniod?
Yea we're handled and treated like toys.
And the road that you're riding's a one-time deal
and at the end is this what you want it to read
"One who lived only but never gave up
their life for a cause."

'Cause anything's possible, everything's only a game.
Where you walk on broke glass with bare feet
and you're stuck in tin cans cheek to cheek.
Yea but somehow you still never meet.
Similarities surround you but you're divided
you'll fall unnamed.

Oh mister no name
faced with the fire he retreated to his cave.
Oh mister no name
in the days of the blaze was comfort his claim.
Oh mister no name
faith in the world retain.
Oh mister no name
to fight for what's right seemed so daunting and dark
so he just sighed rolled over and died.

When, when will you listen?
Must your grandmother go to her grave
in all this enforced unsecurity.
And to the rebels who rant and who rave,
who's broken hearts constantly bleed
all over your stability seat.
Sane but untamed is the way that we'll be.
Will you finally put down your pride
and listen to me.