From the mansions to the slums Pick your pen, your sword, your gun As your defender Through the years not much has changed What is Caesars, you still gotta render Deception and deceit are still rulers of the street If you haven't noticed And if there's a God above, who wants us To love I wish He'd show us Yeah, I've been around the block I see that freedom's got a shotgun Named Violence From the mountaintop I see Dr. Martin Luther King Sitting in silence He asks "what's gone so wrong?" While I sing a simple song And I wonder What happened to those wings and All the things That kept us from going under This world has all gone mad It's funny and its sad But I can hear the freedom bells a ringin' Jesus wept and said, "Rise again ye dead For the silent will soon be singin" The Mercy home on 3rd Nobody ever spoke a word about the sadness Michael's sister had been slain They thought it was a Latin King In all its madness Down the desperate corridors He walks into those darkened doors Where was he going? Not a shoulder he could weep For all these nights he couldn't sleep, For there was no one The elderly all stare like statues in a chair Late in the morning I don't see them talk at all, Sometimes they stare into a wall Until its disturbing Their eyes so far away While they relive a distant day When they were something And it breaks my heart in two It seems there's little I can do, So I do nothing This world has all gone mad It's funny and it's sad There's no telling what it will be bringing I can only hope and pray That there will come a day When the silent will soon be singing Oppression hides in fear Anger is always near, in times like these are Like the times of Ancient Rome Like the battle for the throne after J. Caesar Tis nobler in the mind, not to suffer all the time Is that the lesson? By land or by sea To be or not to be, is that the question? The bible says this too shall pass The curse of the starving class Lives through the ages From the mountains to the caves Among the poor, the knaves, The prophets and the sages The willful and the weak Will not find the strength to speak Of those forgotten We all reap what we sow Maybe silence isn't golden, it's rotten The world has all gone mad It's funny and its sad... But I can hear the freedom bells a ringin' Jesus wept and said, "Rise again ye dead For the silent will soon be singin"