Ballad Of A Limping Man

Surely it hasn't gotten worse
But truly it always did
It's the creek that swallows the mountain
It's the raindrop that topples the bridge

There are no new radicals
There are only brazen thieves
All that could be done has been done
Countless times through history

The rise keeps getting lowered
The struggle more impure
The ambition of the limping man
Is the hope that the world won't end before

He's hoarded all possessions
His defiled and saddened sex
Has seduced all his enemies
Into his fortress of glass and powerlessness

And I wasn't sure
But tonight I think it's safe to say
That the only one thing we've got
Is our disgrace