Trapdoors of Goodness - Bob Hutko

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All the poets wrote about the sky

All the mothers held their babies tight

All the lovers swore they’d find each other

And all the fathers kissed their sons goodbye

It’s always been “push ‘em around until they fall”

Then we pick ‘em up so we can push some more

Will we take it all until the taking hurts us?

Saying, “We just didn’t know”

We just didn’t know…

All the preachers said “This is what we meant:

That you are sinners, and here’s the consequence.”

But all the people gave the finger to their preachers

Saying “You preach condemnation and that’s the only sin”

And it’s always been “push ‘em around until they fall”

Then we pick ‘em up so we can push some more

Will we take it all until the taking hurts us?

Saying, “We just didn’t know”

Well, will we ever know?

Until we fall… fall into ourselves

Until we wake up… find beauty in the looking glass

We fall… through the angel’s arms

And then we slide down… into the trapdoors of goodness.

All the policemen read themselves their rights

All the businessmen felt silly in their suits and ties

Politicians still promised they’d do better

And all the CEO’s just went running for their lives

Because it’s always been “push ‘em around until they fall”

Then we pick ‘em up so we can push some more

Will we take it all until the taking hurts us

Will we ever know?

Will we ever know?

Until will we fall… fall into ourselves

When will we wake up… find beauty in the looking glass

We fall… through the angel’s arms

And then we slide down… into the trapdoors of goodness.

They called out the army to blast it out of sight

But all the soldiers refused to fight

“Men are men,” they said, “this is something bigger”

And all the generals began to weep

For they knew the men were right

That it’s always been “push ‘em around until they fall”

Then we pick ‘em up so we can push some more

Will we take it all until the taking hurts us

Will we ever know?

When will we ever know?

When will we fall… fall into ourselves

When will we wake up… find beauty in the looking glass

We fall… through the angel’s arms

And then we slide down… into the trapdoors of goodness.