This is my home, you made it a strange place
I've seen more hypocrisy from the working man up to the mighty
All taught to worship greed
Tell me where they’re going for I just cannot see
I hope we find a way
And reason to ensure
We don't live in a strange place anymore
How high we fly, now time to look inside
A distorted and monstrous need to gather all we see
You'll have to suffer little children for nobody may heed
I hope we find a way
And reason to ensure
We don't live in a strange place anymore
I hope we find a way
And reason to ensure
That we don't live in a strange place anymore
We walk and we talk those little white lies
But it still ain't the place that I saw with my eyes
Got a new ideal, a god that’s real
A temple to count in for all to kneel
It’s the dinosaur of our decency
It just thrashes and dies in agony
What I thought is correct has been taken away
This is a strange place today
Strange Place was written by Carol Ann Decker & Ron Rogers & Dean Howard & Michael Chetwood.
Strange Place was produced by Andy Richards.