On Wall Street the players all practice the art of the deal In L.A. the freeway puts drivers to sleep at the wheel The hum of the jet planes that rattle the windows below These people have so much to learn, but I will return The priests and the teachers that violate their oath to serve The stories in tabloids all seem to expose a raw nerve The murder for money, the news a reality show The kids watch the High Schools burn, yet I will return High paid politicians that promise a world of relief Their carefully chosen words hiding the plans of a thief The popular President smiles and declares a new war The pages of history turn, so I will return A man in a prison found hanging alone in his cell Had scratched on the walls a true story too gruesome to tell His music touched millions but did he touch the children as well? The courts of opinion adjourn, and I will return The story repeated for forty days and forty nights The faithful that followed them offered up earthly delights The sirens were singing and bringing them all to the light Religion is not my concern, though I will return