Don’t you got a way of spinning a story
Don’t you got a way of stoking a fire
And the radio man and the newsprint chorus
They’re weaving it into the bright headlines
Don’t you got a way of making a mistake
Don’t you got a way of calling it right
Don’t you got a way of taking a good thing
And strangling out the last bit of light
In the palm of your hand is a worn out dollar
You stole from a man on the subway steps
With a cardboard sign said thank the father
But you ain’t spoke no thank you yet
Don’t you got a way of making a mistake
Don’t you got a way of calling it right
Don’t you got a way of getting off easy
Don’t you got a way of telling a lie
And the sun beats on the highest building
And a shadow on the street below
And there ain’t no fixing what’s been broken
And there ain’t no price for what’s been sold
Don’t you got a way of talking in circles
Don’t you got a way of talking too loud
Don’t you got a way of taking the fearful
And making them hate everybody else
Don’t you got a way of making a mistake
Don’t you got a way of calling it right
Don’t you got a way of taking a good thing
And strangling out the last bit of light