People Are Getting Better

It's alright,
 It's okay,
 Ask me about tomorrow,
 Only here today.
 And as for next week,
 As for next year
 The future, my regards
 Know I'll be here.
 They say people are getting better,
 People are okay.
 But you see everything can be narrowed down
 Into the truth behind you.
 You just gotta know where to look,
 You gotta know where to find it.
 They say they built a pawn shop
 Right on the spot where the Devil fell,
 Because even when you are broke
 You still got something you can sell.
 Hell, the guy on the podium says he sells truth
 But you can smell all the politics on his breath.
 He's been doing too many shots of taxes and death.
 There's a guy on my street corner
 Who says he sells freedom.
 He'll even give me the needles if I'm broke,
 If I need 'em.
 But you see I know what I'm missin'
 So I ain't gotta try it,
 Because freedom ain't freedom
 If you gotta buy it.
 But I have no grand plan
 For the great escape
 And even though I got a pretty decent cape in my closet
 When I rip open my shirt
 There is no "S" on my chest.
 I'm no superman,
 No adopted bulletproof saviour of the earth.
 I'm just like everyone else,
 I have to be slapped on the ass at birth.
 But for what it's worth,
 I'm more like Clark Kent.
 A journalist of the humanities
 That tells it like it is,
 And now I'm telling you
 We live in a world where Darth Vader reminds us:
 "This is CNN".
 But even Darth Vader stuttered
 When we hard about these kids
 Who turned their school into a shooting range.
 And the whole world sat by like a baby in a shitty diaper,
 Crying out for change.
 And it's alright,
 It's okay,
 Ask me about tomorrow,
 Only here today.
 And as for next week,
 As for next year,
 The future, my regards
 Know I'll be here.
 But what about the grade ten dropouts
 With the grade two reading levels
 That play Russian Roulette with guns
 That they found on their playground.
 Whispering "Don't worry,
 Even if it does happen
 It will take less than a minute".
 Because I guess, even the word "funeral"
 Still has the word "fun" in it.
 And in order to reinsure ourselves,
 We listen to people,
 Because people say that people are getting better.
 People are okay.
 But if you look outside your window
 The children aren't playing marbles or jacks,
 They are vengefully stepping on cracks
 To break their mother's backs
 When they can't have their way.
 Sure, people are getting better.
 People are okay.
 And we send our children running towards the future
 As if the future is the place to be.
 And all we can see is the hope bleeding out of their eyes
 As they look up and watch the airlines plummet from the skies.
 And they run past a young girl in a small cubby hole
 Full of corroding cement,
 Because she doesn't run anymore.
 See, she's already dropped out of the race
 And incase you couldn't tell
 By looking at the lesions on her face,
 She hangs a cardboard sign around her neck that reads:
 "I have AIDS,
 Please, leave me alone".
 And the kids put more quarters into the phone
 And then cry into the flat line of the dial tone,
 And Mum and Dad say,
 "No, you can't come home".
 And it's alright,
 It's okay,
 Ask me about tomorrow,
 Only here today,
 As for next week,
 As for next year
 The future, my regards,
 Know I'll be here.
 They say, people are getting better.
 People are okay.
 But I can only say that none of this is okay.
 The world is not okay.
 And I'm no better then anyone else,
 I'm looking for answers.
 Stumbling around in the dark,
 Curling up like a question mark
 Because I don't know what to do.
 But I know you have to care about the world
 Because it doesn't care about you.