Showdown Testo

Well, there's crying in the kitchen
And there's fighting in the street
And there's cocaine in the schoolyard
Yet my heart don't miss a beat
And the preacher's on the telly
And he's handing me the phone
Got an ulcer in his belly
And a torment in his soul
He can't let go, oh, he can't let go
Everybody wants a contribution
Telling me they've got the best solution
No one wants the carousel to slow down
Seems to me we're heading for a showdown

And there's poison in the water
And there's holes up in the sky
And the children keep on asking