When every word has been written
And every line has been read
When every person cries for justice
When every partner drops dead
When every loss has been suffered
When every war has been fought
When every son's been laid to rest
When every lesson, every lesson has been taught
An intensity found in your life
When you make a real and profound difference
Seize it, seize it, rise up
When all the actors take a last bow
When all the big deals have all gone down
When every cynic has crucified us
Oh, when every mother screams out loud
There's nothing left to ask for
There's nothing left to say
The same old songs are playing again
Just like it's yesterday
There's nothing left to hope for
There's nothing left to be
It's all been done before
But maybe I'll wait right here and see
Oh, there's nothing left but boredom
There's nothing left but pain
There's nothing to do 'cause the suffering lasts
As it keeps you in it's wake
I'd like to make a difference
Yes, I'd like to make one try
But who the hell am I fooling?
There's barely time enough to die
Artist: Chris Webby
Artist: Mother Goose Club
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