David Baerwald Stranger
Brother at this moment
You ain't feeling any pain
And you're staring out the window
And it looks like rain
And you're a veteran and you know
About monkeys on the brain
You watched every dream you've had
Lie broken in the drain
Three hundred thousand men
All different all the same
Three hundred thousand men
All different all the same
Piled up like driftwood
In a pouring rain
Hey stranger
Ain't there nothing I can say
Can you think of any way
That you can make it through the day
Hey stranger
Ain't there nothing I can do
You lost it all for me
There must be something I can do for you
A quarter of the country
Is one paycheck from the street
A tenth of the country
Has never had enough to eat
And one one hundredth of the country
Is strangling all the rest
And every policeman on the street
Is wearing a bulletproof vest
Three hundred thousand men
All different all the same
Three hundred thousand men
All different all the same
Piled up like driftwood
In a pouring rain
Hey stranger
Ain't there nothing I can say
Can you think of any way
That you can make it through the day
Hey stranger
Ain't there nothing I can do
You lost it all for me
There must be something I can do for you