Josephine-Noel Coward and Orchestra

Joseph was a child of light He never disappeared Standing up on dim lit stages Shielded by his tears Though he was not a lonesome one His loneliest surprise Was trapped in unseen reservoirs Whose borders were his eyes Lylah never quite broke in Never got too used to life Standing up on podiums Her words cut like a knife But when confronted with her skin Irrelevant, she'd say If only I'd been born a bird I'd fly them all away I got a problem with right or wrong ‘Cause it changes all the time The weakest ones are acting strong So people gotta die Lula Belle was walkin' home Beneath the crimson sky A cool dry wind began to blow She could feel it in her eyes She came to get some fresh supplies From an undercover cop A box with biohazard signs Is where she makes the drop I got a problem with right or wrong ‘Cause it changes all the time The weakest ones are acting strong So people gotta die Franklin was a camera man A teleprompter scribe Every night he tamed his hand Just to give it one more try He never had to write the lies He just had to spell them right Said if people knew what I do They'd be in the streets tonight I got a problem with right or wrong ‘Cause it changes all the time The weakest ones are acting strong So people gotta die I got a problem with right or wrong ‘Cause it changes all the time The weakest ones are acting strong So people gotta die People gotta die