Wash Away

An old man lying by the road Black is night He's got his finger on the trigger An easy target in sight He's got no future, no family tree He's got a three dollar bottle And he drinks 'till he can't see All night, all night..... A young girl waiting on a line Eight a.m., she's got a six month old burden Willpower's withering thin An unwed mother beaten by her trade Each week her welfare reminds her Of mistakes she never made Oh no..... Chorus Now what has that to say about tomorrow What has that to show for today Noah thought to build an ark Before the heavens washed it all away Away... A baby crying through a dream An afterthought Mother is seething for pleasure After the poison is bought His eyes are tainted, staggered is his breath Oh God, he's addicted Addicted to death Oh, no... Chorus