People say it was with the lords son
Or the explosion that made our sun
Its more likely it was with the big band of a gun
With loved ones lost but freedom won
This trade seems so wrong
And the horn sings of a husband now gone
Of a son that has moved on
This fight is to much for me to be sane
And the bystanders scream let freedom reign
While I’m on this corner with a sign that reads “give me change”
I’ve made a small fortune in pennies quarters nickles and dimes
But not one damn person will read my sign