Skid Row

Is there a problem? The laugh of the rich man
Has got you crying poor
Are you as heavy as hell in a handbag
Or just a virgin whore?
If the weight of the world is on your shoulders
Then carry it for a day
Do you cry for peace or peace of mind;
Is reality in the way?
Enter the martyr out through the in door
The savior has arrived?
Is all your anger force of habit
And keeping you alive?