Through the Looking Glass

There’s meat on the table tonight

When I was younger and worked nine to five.

There was hope and a hunger and a will to survive

But history’s history, the past is good bye

yet there was meat on the table that night.

Now we’re engaged in a great civil war

that’s pimping our memories and creating new whores.

I’ve never been evil and never took flight.

But there’s meat on the table tonight.

I know that it’s cheating and know that it kills,

But the family’s grieving and taken to ills

Food is the life-blood and food is the light

And there’ll be meat on the table tonight.

When did it come to this, when did I fall?

I could of said No, I could have stood tall.

But the collector’s collecting and electricity’s due

and the water, the rent and the telephone too.

I could have soared higher, climbed to new heights

But there’s meat on the table tonight

So, so far so good and I’ve managed to hide

This newfound new income from the girl by my side

Oh, but sooner or later all wrongs turn to right.

But there’s meat on the table tonight.

But kings fall from grace, as does common man

I’ve tried and I’ve worked just as hard as I can

A thief is a thief as black is to white

But there’s meat on the table tonight.

One of these days, I’ll get caught in the fight.

One of these years I’ll end up inside

The gated community where no one survives

But for now and for later we’re doin’ all right.

And there’s meat on the table tonight.