I see nothing at all
But I hear that I'm caught
In the crossfire, oh
And fear keeping me low, low to the ground
And it's clear that what I don't know is pulling me down
And all your strip mall religion
Is making me a belligerent man
In spite of TV confessions
I still do the best I can
What goes on in the shadows will come into light
And what was wrong with your mind
Can be made to be right
So keep a watchful eye on your neighbour tonight
Keep a watchful eye on your neighbour tonight
Cause all this strip mall religion
Is making me a beligerent man
Eleventh hour decisions
Were lacking in precision
We're the orphans of the storm
It was one for the ages
In my dreams we were all reborn
On the unwritten pages
You go your way and I'll go mine
I'll see you somewhere down the line
You go your way and I'll go mine
Now there's bloodshed
In my hometown
And there was bloodshed
There were kids shot down
There were kids shot down, oh
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And all the strip mall religion
Is making me a belligerent man
In spite of TV confessions
Well I still do the best I can
Yeah your strip mall religion
Is making me a belligerent man
Eleventh hour decisions
Were lacking in precision
Ooh, and it makes me uneasy now
You know it makes me uneasy
I said it makes me uneasy now
You know it makes me uneasy, uneasy
You go your way and I'll go mine
I'll see you somewhere down the line
You go your way and I'll go mine
I'll see you somewhere down the line