Stepped out the house.
Same old shit.
Walked out aloud,
in to it. Woke up!
About: half-way 'round
the spiral my perfect-straight street
goes down, and I knew it
then: it's not my part.
The exact thing, I had from the start.
True, in a dream of stinging sand.
You reach down, pick up one,
where does it land?
I had to do, do, do
a little good, can't
do all the good, got
to leave a little good for you
To do, do, do a little good.
Can't make all the good,
even if it's only for us two
there'll still be:
Way too much good
in this world
to do.
Out in the street, it's so damn bad
Bloody, and sweet, in each damn flag
we fly overhead, look out below!
And that's just what she said:
while cleaning the beaches, stoop
down not to conquer, just don't trust
the leeches to do, do, do a little good
Can't do all the good!
Got to leave a little good for you, to
Do, Do, Do a little good, just a little
good, every day, just between us two
there'll still be.
Way too much good
in this world
to do.
HEY, there's another one, hey!
Awe, look at how bad, and ohh there's
too many laid out in the sand, so
why even bend a bit? Makes
no
difference.
But if it matters
to this one, and
it matters to this one,
and it matters to this one...
Then it matters!
it matters
If it matters to this one,
and it matters to this one,
and it matters to this one,
Then it matters to this one, too.
To-do: a little good
Can't do all the good
Gotta leave a little good for you
to do, Do, DO
...a little good, just one little good,
any way! Just between us two
there'll still be: way too much good
in this world
to do.
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