Gettin There (A Folk Song)

Well it seems we're all goin to hell maybe slowly but we're all gettin there
never ready, he said we'd never be prepared
thank the doctor who brings the ease
in the medicine of our own disease
which spreads like lies through the trees
but we bow our heads and pray
hopin someone will remember us for what we saw that day
when the coffins came a rolling down our homes and halls
disaster in our fingers when he broke our jaw
we can't shutter in a camera's eye
cuz its too messy and you know we all just
wanna kick down the door and cry
Cuz we're scared we're all gonna die
and we wear down our innocence
down smoking tracks we drive
shedding jackets of despair
in the alleyways its dark, too dark to care
but the glow ahead is strong enough
to make us weep
so we lay in our misery and sleep
one eye open to watch out for thieves
over barges and freight cars
we'll let our frozen wives creep