Washington D. C.

Washington DC

I saw a man with a gas can in his hand
He looked at me and cried
I'm out of fuel I'm out of a job
I'm out of someone I can lean upon
And I'll tell you girl my patience is nearly gone

What I saw reflected in his face
Was the destiny of the whole human race
We're out of work we're out of faith and we're almost out of time
We're feeling hurt and we're far from doing fine

So tell me Washington DC can you hear me
I am one voice calling from the crowd
Tell me Washington DC what will my fate be
In your hands you hold the destiny of the whole society

Some say we'll go up in a mushroom cloud of dust
To become a product of the world's mistrust
Is that what's to become of us
Victims of the world's mistrust

So tell me Washington DC with your high propriety
What's to become of all societies
Is it too late for me

And what about the children
Can you set them free
Are you listening to me
Because I'm telling you
I'm telling you

We're out of work
We're out of faith and we're almost out of time
We're feeling hurt and we're far from doing fine

I'm telling you
We're running on empty
Running on Empty
Running on empty

We're not running on low
We're running on empty