Bright Eyes

there is a car parked where the block begins
and there are people singing praises
say it's all because of him
and there is a bird perched on a frayed wet wire
and his voice sings out for a lover
but its covered by the choir of voices
reaching way beyond the rafters
with devotion they perform these sacred tasks
they cross themselves and offer up their checkbooks
slight suffering is not too much to ask
besides we all are making money
and we are all fucking alone
and we don't know what we are doing
maybe just buying us some hope
because we know that we are lonely
yeah, lonely that's for sure
and the older ones are coughing
and the older ones are dying
maybe we are all dying