Big planes cleave the air
To the east and to the west
They put an artificial heart
Into the woman's chest
There he is so small
Sitting on his wooden porch
Big boys are playing toys
Raising fists and wagins wars
The trickle of venom
Seeps into the blood
He tries to be the change
That he wants to see in the world
Another sudden
Stock market crash
The politicians
Looking carefuly at the pools
There'll always be one man
Sitting on his wooden porch
Tryin' to be the change
Tryin' really really hard
There'll always be one man
Sitting on his wooden porch
The axis of the world
Runs straight through
His heart
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