Man Unkind - D.R.I.

Sadder than any song I’ve sung

Is growing old or dying young

This earth is A grave, round and green

A tomb on sorrow which I’ve seen

A massive field we wander through

Great sky above, vast and blue

Death may come in A day or two

Whether or not I’m false or true

Man without an answer

Like A bird with broken wing

Wrapped up in his misery

Forgetting how to sing

Straight from the stretched-Out womb of sin

The horrid fire bombs will fall

Here is hope for priests and preachers

Here is heresy for all

So, man unkind will perish

In A final, fiery blaze

Or suffocate himself slowly

In his smoggy, yellow haze

The sun so sore from marching

Towards that receding west

Where pity no longer governs

With wisdom as his guest

Will rise somewhere south of east

Our sun will rise in mourning

Wishing it could quench with tears

The fields and skies all burning