Comin' down to the river
I'm gonna eat my weight in gold
What a sight to see: homemade apathy
It's gonna leave them stones unturned
Flashback to the craters
Where the good men piled high
They wanted empathy
You gave 'em charity that amounted to a dime or two
Let's start a conversation
Step out of your bubble and eat with the dogs in the yard
Share every morsel or they're gonna tear you apart
Step out of your bubble and die with us dogs in the yard
The subject was "change" and you came here all preaching the same
Comin' back to the river
I'm gonna eat my weight in gold
I've got a soul to seek, or so I'm led to believe
You gotta lay them demons down
Oh it's a sad sight to uncover
When the riptide drags you in
Somehow your sympathy smells like hypocrisy
You gotta put that mirror down
Go find a revolution
Step out of your bubble and eat with the dogs in the yard
Share every morsel or they're gonna tear you apart
Step out of your bubble and die with us dogs in the yard
The subject was "change" and you came here all preaching the same
Step out of your bubble and eat with the dogs in the yard
Share every morsel or they're gonna tear you apart
Step out of your bubble and die with us dogs in the yard
The subject was "change" and you came here all preaching the same