For Broken Ears - Chuck Ragan

Where are the ones who carry the guns

To the far away lands with the blackened suns

From the smoke and narrow minds

The half-truth trails and the holy lies

Of an empty heart and overflowing mouth

A plastic smile and a coward’s frown

Repercussions come around

When the word named free burns to the ground somehow

Where are the deaf and where are the dumb

From the side of the tracks where no reason comes from

And the table’s never bare

The water runs and mama’s always there

So who separates the world from the start

With such words and such words would cause

A shot heard round the world

A justice that never hurt at all

So down, down, down like a ball of flames

To the rotten core filling up with names

Of hypocrites, what a massive list

Don’t exclude yourself from it

Don’t compromise administration lies

Carried out and covered up with time

Carried out and turned around to shine

We’re high on a pedestal of broken lies

Compassion speaks loud for itself

Falls on broken ears and off the value shelf

Into the dirt left to the wind

Coming up strong, ready to begin

To obliterate the word from the start

With such ideas come and such ideas cause

A spark that will set a blaze

And leave the embers red until the end of days

So down, down, down like a ball of flames

To the rotten core filling up with names

Of hypocrites, what a massive list

Don’t exclude ourselves from it

Don’t compromise administration lies

Carried out and covered up with time

Carried out and turned around to shine

We’re high on a pedestal of broken lies

Where are the ones who carry the guns

To the far away lands with the blackened suns

From the smoke and narrow minds

The half-truth trails and the holy lies

Of an empty heart and overflowing mouth

A plastic smile and a coward’s frown

Repercussions come around

When the word named free burns to the ground somehow