Helpless Dancer - Phish

When a man is running from his boss

Who hold a gun that fires Cost

And people die from being old

Or left alone because they’re cold

And bombs are dropped on fighting cats

And children’s dreams are run with rats

If you complain you disappear

Just like the lesbians and queers

No-one can love without the grace

Of some unseen and distant face

And you get beaten up by blacks

Who though they worked still got the sack

And when your soul tells you to hide

Your very right to die is denied

And in the battle on the streets

You fight computers and receipts

And when a man is trying to change

It only causes further pain

You realize that all along

Something in us going wrong

You stop dancing