It’s a cold world, but the lights work
and the trains don’t run on time.
And there’s no hope but a taut rope
for a man not in his prime.
Four of ten men on a dark street
are just waiting on a crime.
Some will kill you for a quarter,
some’ll love you for a dime.
And I say charge it all to Jesus.
Put it on the master’s card.
He said to live a life of love,
but it’s just too damned hard.
Our visions of a world above
are cracked and bent and scarred.
So play your hand, dispatch, disband,
dispel and then discard.