John Trudell Material Junkies
Material junkies hold out hands
Praying hard for a better deal
Card holder smiles and shuffles away
His luck just gets better each day
Somewhere between darkness and light
A shadow where nothing knows right
Some place at the cross and a dream
Someone is dirty the image unclean
In the act of one way or another
Junkie needle ravages the mother
Rationalized minds craving the high
Progressive race is choking the sky
Crooked eyes seeing only crooked fears
Waters song plays to deaf ears
Yesterday's child betrays
Tomorrow's child
Chasing a fix that only lasts
For a while
Held breath awaits the next move
Lightning dancer is laying the groove
Cool thunder comes riding the flash
Becoming storm predator can't pass
Within the grasp of the fiery feather
There is a thread
That pulls it together
In the chasm between motive and intent
There is a thread
That pulls it together
Somewhere between darkness and light
A shadow where nothing knows right
Some place at the cross and a dream
Someone is dirty the image unclean
Material junkies hold out hands
Praying hard for a better deal
Card holder smiles and shuffles away
His luck just gets better each day
