No One

I Mother Earth

Dig

Shades of gray hate influence
Constant truth put into effect
The question on a dead friend's face
The tragic stance he used to fake
Passed away by circumstance

A forced exit out of innocence
Right to choose stays in her head
Systematic ignorance
Politician's hand in your pants
Searching for what he don't have, that's right

Creating new obscenities
Harassed and broken down and in
An eye towards eternity
A passing glance, and half a chance at sanity
Shows you things, they get away

It's all we can do, all we can do
All we can do to ride
It's all we can do, all we can do
All we can do to ride on through

No one leaves the caravan
No one leaves the caravan
No one leaves the caravan
No one leaves the caravan

No one leaves
The caravan
No one leaves
The caravan

Feel the signs, the jazz, the band
Affection for a certain time
Haze of mid-life, drunkeness
You're crucified for what you're art says
If art is God, true art has left

Art has left

No one leaves the caravan
No one leaves the caravan
No
No

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