Pontiac 87

I recall seeing the pope Pontiac 1987 Money changing between hands Outside the Silverdome Afterwords a riot broke Old folks turned brutish Trampling their way out the gates Towards heaven That fall from grace Knocked me on my knees Don’t tell anyone That's what I wanted The god of change Knocked me on my knees Don’t tell anyone That's what I wanted Remembering a Jumbo’s night December 26th Weird faces filled up the bar Half sober Outside a steady snow All new white With new money and false friends I don’t like it That fall from grace Knocked me on my knees Don’t tell anyone That's what I wanted The god of change Knocked me on my knees Don’t tell anyone That's what I wanted The dog in the manger Eats its anger But I miss it The way it was Before the scales Fell from my eyes There's no use being sad about it Whats the point of crying about it