When your heart is heavy,
when the night has been too long,
when every road you choose
muddies up your shoes
and leads you wrong.
When you're cold and lonely,
when your rope is at its en d,
when darkness clouds the skies,
and tears fill your eyes,
when you just need a friend,
don't look at me.
Wipe your own damn nose
And if I've kept you down
or made you cry
Or trampled all your hopes and dreams
Well, that's the way it goes
In heaven there's no hate or war
In heaven no one's hungry or poor
In heaven they hold hand
s ever more
But we're on earth, and here on earth
It's every man for himself
When you're a black Chicano
Native American,
Jewish, lesbian folk singer.
And this morning, when you woke up,
you hit your head on
the steering wheel.
You're shoulder deep in shit,
and you just want to quit.
I know how you can get a handgun
without the usual background check.
Get off my lawn.
Pay your rent on time
And if I hire illegals
to build a wall around my property
It's just cause I'm tough on crime
In heaven there's no fear or need
In heaven no one's rabid with greed
In heaven you'll get laid,
guaranteed
But we're on earth, and here on earth
It's every man for himself
Cause there's a hot
wind a -blowin'
Can't you feel it?
Well it's blowin' hard
So where's your national pride,
brother?
Where's your national,
where's your national I .D. card?
And even as we send the American liberal
off
to the great society in the sky,
we await the day
when he'll be joined by his friend,
the literate and the tolerant,
when all the frivolous arts and sciences
are replaced
by a nationwide network
of publicly funded putting greens.
The government at the people,
and above the people,
and in spite of the people,
shall not perish,
but that certain people shall.
And until then, my friends,
it's every man for himself,
self, self, self, self, self.