Who's Running This Halucination?

Most people are just living along

Humming a song

Trying to get by

A gleam or a tear in their eye

But they're not helping push the world back the other way

Yet there will come a day

And maybe it's this one

When every shoulder joins in

And then the world begins again

But this time -- damn it -- we're in charge of the production

And we're writing the script

And if you've slipped we'll help you up

But there will be no sitting down

Until every last person has a home to own

And millions of those homes

Are inside the abandoned bones

Of what we used to call banks

And savings and loans

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