The bankers and the businessmen are rushing to their cars

with bodyguards and drivers they head out for the bars

The ministers and mistresses are waiting for them there;

serving up that pound of flesh for a price that’s only fair

The faces in the streets could tell us stories

they’ve seen it all a hundred times before

they look down from above in frozen glory

with stone cold glares that chill you to the core

The deputies and dandies are primping for the press;

the TV commentator is trying on her dress

The poets and the painters are checking their reviews

The bureaucrats are rushing home to catch the evening news

The faces in the streets could tell us stories

they’ve seen it all a hundred times before

they look down from above in frozen glory

with stone cold glares that chill you to the core

The scientists and scholars are trying to survive

They button up their overcoats and hold tight to their wives

The  school kids and the students are laughing as they run

No thought about the future or the lives that they’ve begun

The hookers and the homeless are looking for their marks

Its tough to make a living on the streets and in the parks

The farmers and the fishermen are harvesting regrets

The brokers and the cardsharks are hedging on their bets

The priests and politicians are preaching to the masses

They know that what’s above  will always move the underclasses

The columnists and critics indulge in their negation

If only we would listen this would be a better nation

The lovers and their loved ones are living out their dreams

In hopes their expectations won’t get lost in bitter schemes

The mothers and musicians are singing lullabuys

That elevate the spirit And cut through all the lies

The faces in the streets could tell us stories

they’ve seen it all a hundred times before

they look down from above in frozen glory

with stone cold glares that chill you to the core