Xtra Xtra

put some ice on the swelling
it will go down, here wipe your tears
I know it hurts that's what pains
supposed to do, it causes some bruises
it causes some wounded ness
don't be bitter over bitterness
some can't take just a little ache
the common cause is unsuspected rain
in the forecast of the past where's the sun
this kind of storm it can't last
hit too many times, taken too
many shines arrested too many times
walking across the line sticks and stones
broken windows broken homes
the blacks and blues always
in the news what happen  to
the funny papers it's all bad news
no one wants to sing about love
it's all violence, drugs and guns 
funds and fun is not for everyone
why is it necessary to be like someone
not knowing what went on behind
a closed door that you're knocking on