Take a fast ride on a slow route
Make your way through the streets of sin
It’s a nightmare of justice just to witness
Cold hearts wind their way from without to within
Friends and neighbors are no longer willing
To stand by your side
Seems a crime to be human, unless my friend
You can tell the reception that you’ve slept with the bride
Now the giants of small talk have no wonder, no excuse
You see they’re happy, most happy to say
There’s a yearning to remember only the meaningless thoughts
That they hold forth today
Crazy meandering through the streets of suffering
All the wheelers and dealers bargain for big money
Crime is too big, can’t be covered by law
You know it’s just too sad to be funny
It ain’t funny no more
