While you were collecting your Pennies for Peace

my best friend Penny's been shot on the street 'cause

unlike with you, words were not her father's weapon of choice

and the voice of his gun spoke the words he could not

because "Talk with your fists." were the words he'd been taught and

now that's the lesson he teaches his kids as he waits

for the last of the booze to kick in, he kicks them

and they take it 'cause that's what they know that kids do while

they're hoping and praying for help from someone like you but

your pen's to the paper and your chains in the door as you preach

that Pakistan needs our money more

than that girl on the streets that

bled out down the block 'cause

you leapt into action without taking stock of

the things that you see that still need to be done and

if you want the cold truth

your change won't help anyone.