Where You Stand

The traffic lights are red for the honest man

He can wait or he can gable but it

may not go to plan

Pounding on the door of life's lucky breaks

But your efforts are in vain because the

doorman's on the take

A man in a black coat and a pigskin cap

Looks up to his saviour and asks where it's at

And he says "There is no place more sacred than where you stand"

So stand up

An old lady gets on the bus with a

pale faced voice

Looks around at all the sitters and she

carefully makes her choice

Sits next to me holding her handbag up close

Keeps her eye on the one she fears the most

A man in a black coat and a pigskin cap

Looks up to his saviour and asks where it's at

And he says "There is no place more sacred than where you stand"

So stand up

I'm sick of being sold things

I already own

Like a redskin indian who had to

buy back his home

The rabbi can teach what the bagman

can't sell

But in this ramshackle world

It's time to ring them bells

No one is freeborn

and nowhere unzoned

A man in a black coat and a pigskin cap

Looks up to his saviour and asks where it's at

Where you stand

So stand up