Lyrics:
A Voice Yelling Out All Alone

There was a voice yelling out all alone
The preacher is in the desert trying to convert
The scorpions before he eats them
In the room he feels quite curt
Because it’s full of people distracted
By all the things in front of them
One draws a picture of him
While another is picking at their brain stem
The parishioner tries to carry on a conversation
With someone who no longer exists
The host is trying to reach those with no signal
While the man at the booth slits his wrists


His friend yells at the railroad tracks
Which rumble over the whistle blow
He’s plugging wires into his mind
Trying to get the connection light to glow
For the telemarketer where did the landlines go
All the propaganda went straight into the wind
The felon can’t be heard by the parole officer
Because he lost all the case files he’d pinned
I stand in the middle of the stadium
And I can see my face on the board
But the microphone turned off
After the electrician cut the cord
Since no one would answer the phone
When he tried to get the bill paid
The young woman is trying to have a talk
But the newspapers are calling her just a maid
Which is why they fill up the gutter
And the editor is laying off his staff
That didn’t receive any of his corrections
Being too busy watching the line graph


The doomsday sayer waves his wand
Which only finds a group of mockers
Who did the same to the discriminated
And had their movement co-opted by rockers
Whose music only elicited a cascade of boos
Since it was more than a little out of season
By all the activists thrown into the hole
As their message was misinterpreted as treason
The pencils all crashed against the table
When the writer realized he had no readership
Something I happen to understand completely
No one looks at what escapes my lip