 Heaven, is there a chance that you could come down and open doors to hurtin People Like Me, People Like Me, People Like Me, People Like Me, People Like Me... Is it fair to say that I am stressing out? I’m stationed in Iraq and they wont let me out My homies said I was stupid for even joining My counselor said my decision was disappointing How she had good slates for good state colleges and with my good grades it wouldn’t have been a problem, but they don’t understand just the power of significance more than brilliance and certainly more than dividends, And if you ask me now, would I repeat it, would I fight in war I don’t believe in? Well the answer is,its not me where the cancer is They’ve been doing this before Jesus of Nazareth and after all this time it is still deadly hazardous and Bush isn’t really being all that inaccurate when he says we winning the war, cause its staggering, but that’s cause we’re killing everybody that we see and most of us soldiers we can barely fall asleep, And Time and time again I am feeling incompetent cause my woman back home we constantly arguing, and I must be crazy cause all im obsessing with, is her myspace and facebook and who’s commenting, I swear to God if she’s cheating I’m doing her ass in, I can tell with one look, and It came to me sounding something like a song hook, saying: Heaven, is there a chance that you could come down and open doors to hurtin People Like Me... Meet Sarah, the proud mother of young Sebastian suburban professional who went to college in Massalin, in self pity, she suddenly cried, "would life be important if I suddenly died?" neighbors saying what a nice woman she was, keeping mostly to herself ever since the divorce and with the company downsizing in the fall and all, she really shouldn't take it that personal at all, it wasnt her boss who had his eyes on her thighs and got a rise from her rising off the desk though, and despite remembering saying no plenty of times it was still a damn surprise being let go, and now stuck with a mortgage that she can't afford, and too educated to blame the corporate world, she got on welfare and hated it, case worker powere tripping, an generally being degraded if nothing else sh was jaded, sick and ineffective, which is the worst thing, and she been left with, Damn, no magic from David Blaine, no painter to paint this pain no Morgan Freeman to narrate the shame so she took refuge in prayer, kinda like finding God in the phone book and it came to her, sounding something like a song hook, Saying... Heaven, is there a chance that you could come down and open doors to hurtin People Like Me, People Like Me, People Like Me, People Like Me, People Like Me... |
