[01:47.64]There ain't no reason things are this way
[01:51.22]It's how they've always been and they intend to stay
[01:54.90]I can't explain why we live this way
[01:58.94]We do it every day
[02:02.68]Preachers on the podiums speaking of saints
[02:06.56]Prophets on the sidewalk begging for change
[02:10.45]Old ladies laughing from the fire escape
[02:14.13]Cursing my name
[02:17.96]I got a basket full of lemons and they all taste the same
[02:22.06]A window and a pigeon with a broken wing
[02:25.69]You could spend your whole life working for something
[02:29.93]Just to have it taken away
[02:31.97]
[02:34.01]People walk around pushing back their debts
[02:37.39]Wearing paychecks like necklaces and bracelets
[02:41.52]Talking about nothing, not thinking 'bout death
[02:45.02]Every little heartbeat, every little breath
[02:49.20]People walk a tight rope on a razors edge
[02:52.78]Carrying their hurt and hatred and weapons
[02:56.81]It could be a bomb, or a bullet or a pen
[03:00.55]Or thought, or a word or a sentence
[03:04.04]
[03:04.63]There ain't no reason things are this way
[03:08.13]It's how they've always been and they intend to stay
[03:11.86]I don't know why I say the things I say
[03:15.85]But I say them anyway
[03:19.04]But love will come, set me free
[03:26.91]Love will come, set me free, I do believe
[03:34.62]Love will come, set me free, I know it will
[03:42.30]Love will come, set me free, yes
[03:51.17]Prison walls still standing tall
[03:54.65]Some things never change at all
[03:58.49]Keep on building prisons, gonna fill them all
[04:02.37]Keep on building bombs, gonna drop them all

There ain't no reason things are this way
It's how they've always been and they intend to stay
I can't explain why we live this way
We do it every day
Preachers on the podiums speaking of saints
Prophets on the sidewalk begging for change
Old ladies laughing from the fire escape
Cursing my name
I got a basket full of lemons and they all taste the same
A window and a pigeon with a broken wing
You could spend your whole life working for something
Just to have it taken away
People walk around pushing back their debts
Wearing paychecks like necklaces and bracelets
Talking about nothing, not thinking 'bout death
Every little heartbeat, every little breath
People walk a tight rope on a razors edge
Carrying their hurt and hatred and weapons
It could be a bomb, or a bullet or a pen
Or thought, or a word or a sentence
There ain't no reason things are this way
It's how they've always been and they intend to stay
I don't know why I say the things I say
But I say them anyway
But love will come, set me free
Love will come, set me free, I do believe
Love will come, set me free, I know it will
Love will come, set me free, yes
Prison walls still standing tall
Some things never change at all
Keep on building prisons, gonna fill them all
Keep on building bombs, gonna drop them all