There ain't no reason things
Are this way
It's how they always been and
They intend to stay
I can't explain why we live this way
We do it every day
Preachers on the podium
Speaking of saints
Prophets on the sidewalk
Begging for change
Old ladies laughing
From the fire escape
Cursing my name
I gotta a basket full of lemons
And they all taste the same
A window and a pigeon
With a broken wing
You can spend your whole life
Working for something
Just to have it taken away
People walk around pushing
Back their debts
Wearing paychecks like
Necklaces and bracelets
Talking about nothing
Not thinking about death
Every little heartbeat
Every little breath
People walk a tightrope
On a razors edge
Carrying their hurt
And hatred and weapons
It could be a bomb
Or a bullet
Or a pen
Or a thought
Or a word or a sentence
There ain't no reason things
Are this way
How they've always been
And they intend to stay
I can't explain
Why we live this way
We do it every day
There ain't no reason things
Are this way
How they've always been
And they intend to stay
I can't explain
Why we live this way
We do it every day