There's a stain on the wall

Where a spider once crawled

And now we must deal with the mess

But the shoe called the truce

On it's sole dries the juice

And the stain proves the sins yet confessed

There's a spot on his lungs

Where the cells are high strung

And he's fearing he might be demoted

Hey, hey, hey, hey

We don't care who you work for

When demand's in supply

On a cadillac posed in the neighbor's backyard

We rely

There's a gardener's tool

In the church swimming pool

The puncture is sealed by it's presence

Though the bishop is wise

Water drains while he tries

For the silver is man's repentence

We don't care who you pray to

Once the money comes through

If you know what you're here for

Then it's here for you too

You can control what he lets you control

What you move moves not by your hand

There's an eternal eye that oversees the wheels roll

For no hand can alter what he's planned

In a dark alleway

There's a child with a blade

And he's hearing your footsteps approaching

Though you hold your head high

When you're stabbed you will die

For your life to the knife means nothing

There's a soldier lying dead

In a field splashed with red

But he's wearing the enemy's colors

Hey, hey, hey, hey

We don't care who you die for

We don't care if you die

We don't care what you say

What you think, what you are

What you try

Hey, hey

We don't care if you're happy

We don't care if you're known, yeah

Once the payments are made

We don't care if you die

All alone