The cops put a black boy in back of the car The pretty people watching as they strut into the bar They're saying "get away" There ain't nothing here to see "Stay away, you wanna join him in the seat?" And all the children in the street with nothing to protest Ain't it funny? They've all gone to bed with you my love What a fine way to spend your money And they're singing Have you got it all figured out? Or do you still doubt yourself, when you're alone? Have you got it all figured out? Or do you still doubt yourself, when you're alone? The thief terrorize in disguise all the time Seven days a week in the cubicle confines And everyday, the kids crawl up and fall away They just say, "there ain't nothing we can change" But six flights down and around the town Talking to a lady with a dreadlock baby She said, "bring the war home This is my great grandson and I'm alone, You get why I'm angry?" 'Cause all the kids, they just pass me by I sit alone and I wonder why I'm black and blue And how about you? Have you got it all figured out? Or do you still doubt yourself, when you're alone? (When you're taking all your money, prescription at the drugstore) Have you got it all figured out? Or do you still doubt yourself, when you're alone?