To those of you seeking perfection
Oh Lord, its not a long, long way to go
All you need is bit of reflection
Just might seem like changing direction right nowDont go around taking up no collections
On our way down
Theres nobody left to crownWhat if politicians were all good guys?
Oh Lord, dont we wish they were
We would not be so dependent
On courts of laws that make us
All feel like defendants sometimesIf we want freedom weve got to amend it
On our way down
Theres nobody left to crownBe it ever so humble, theres no place like home
Home, home on the range
Where the fear and the antidotes play
Where seldom is heard, an encouraging word
And our leaders do nothing all dayWhat if they gave an election
And nobody came to vote?
The system, it needs a bit of correction right now
Just might seem like changing direction right nowAs it stands we dont even make the selections
And to get into Heaven
We even need a connection
On our way down
Theres nobody left to crownNobody left to crown
Nobody left to crown
Nobody left to crown
Nobody left to crown