| There’s a man who’s just a fraction of the man he used to be |
| Knows he won’t last very long |
| 'Cause the shadow in his body has taken all that he can see |
| And it’s so hard to be strong |
| So hard to be strong |
| Another man makes people laugh in a room filled with smoke |
| He’s got them all in his hands |
| Then he talks about the victims like it’s nothing more than a joke |
| And I don’t understand |
| People laugh while people cry |
| Do we ever stop to wonder why |
| Talkin bout somebody’s life |
| People laugh… while people cry |
| There’s a man who has to share his death with those who gave him life |
| Now it’s a life cut in half |
| His bed is like a prison though he’s done nobody wrong |
| Tell me ain’t that a laugh? |
| Is it really so easy to kick a man that’s down |
| 'Cause he don’t live his life like you do? |
| Do you really think the hand of God would make such a sound? |
| Tell me do you think that’s true? |
| I don’t believe that everybody is to blame |
| But if we do nothing then we’re one and the same |
| One and the same |
| People laugh as if the dead and gone had never really died |
| Is it really so impossible to find some compassion inside? |
| You know we’re talking bout somebody’s life |
| People laugh… while people die |