Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in tryin'
Pointed threats they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece or hollow horn
These wasted words prove to warn
That he not busy bein' born
Is busy dyin'
Temptation page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover that you'd just be one more
Person crying
So don't fear when you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It's alright, ma, I'm only sighin'
A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit
To satisfy and sure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not forget
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to
Although the masters make the rule
For the wise men and the fools
I've got nothin', ma, to live up to
For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destiny
Speak jealously of them that are free
Do what they do just to be
Nothing more than something they invest in
