Toot
nine o’clock comes in so solemn
green dollar signs glitter like gold
focused on growing a fortune
long ago as it was foretold
why, oh why does man march on
going his way, tooting his horn
all the while toward hell he’s bound
as God’s tears roll on down
wounded hearts mean and offensive
morality lies far away
seeking their own fleshly pleasures
so sad is the ancient of days
why, oh why does man march on
going his way, tooting his horn
all the while toward hell he’s bound
as God’s tears roll on down
corruption, power, and envy
grip the souls of those who are lost
controls the path of ambition
patterns repeat, time and again
why, oh why does man march on
going his way, tooting his horn
all the while toward hell he’s bound
as God’s tears roll on down
rejection, denial come fast
God’s hand is ignored once again
peace does He offer completely
few ever follow His wise lead
why, oh why does man march on
going his way, tooting his horn
all the while toward hell he’s bound
as God’s tears roll on down
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