Lullaby - Gerry Cinnamon

[I don’t have to tell you things

are bad, everybody knows things are bad

It’s a depression

Everybody’s out of work or scared of losing their jobs

A dollar buys a nickels worth, banks are going bust

Shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter

Punks are running wild in the street and there’s nobody

anywhere seems to know what to do and there’s no end to it

We know, the air is not fit to breathe, our food is not fit to eat

We sit watching our TVs while some local newscaster tells us that

today we had 15 homicides and 63 violent

crimes as if that’s the way it’s supposed to be

We know things are bad, worse than bad

They’re crazy, it’s like everything everywhere is going crazy so we

don’t go out anymore.

We sit in the house and slowly the world we’re living in is getting

smaller and all we say is please please leave us alone in our living

rooms, let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel

coated radio, and I won’t say anything just leave us alone

Well I’m not going to leave you alone, I want you to get mad

I want you to progress [??

] and I don’t want you to run and I don’t want to tell you to tell

you to write to your Congressman

because I don’t know what to tell you to write

I don’t know what to do about the depression or the inflation or the

Russians or the crime in the street.

All I know is that first you got to get mad,

you’ve got to say it I’m a human being goddammit!

And my life has value]

I got friends in high places and limited time

I got a long list of women who pay me in kind

I got different reasons for wasting my mind

I don’t need nothing when I wanna get high

But I gotta keep rolling just to get by

I got different voices inside my head

I got plenty of demons under my bed

But I don’t get scared cos I’m already dead

And I’m walking round looking like I’ve never been fed

I tell a million stories with no words said

Sing me to sleep, sing me a love song

Sing me a lullaby, days gone by

Sing me to sleep, sing me a love song

Sing me a lullaby, days gone by

Sell my soul to the devil just to get paid

I’m taking one last breath as reality fades

Wasting time on the streets where heroes are made

Now I’m hanging round your place trying to get laid

I got different methods for wasting my day

Yeah I’m turning twenty-nine at the end of the year

Yeah I wonder if they’ll find me in the blood and the gear

I’m in a little bit of trouble cos I got no fear

It’s like I’m crying out loud but nobody can hear

I got plenty good reasons for hiding my tears

Sing me to sleep, sing me a love song

Sing me a lullaby, days gone by

Sing me to sleep, ah sing me a love song

Sing me a lullaby, days gone by