I was caught up in a crowd Riot, they yelled, Riot like a French girl! I was caught up in a crowd Fire they threw Fire like it was 1792 I was caught up in a crowd Armed with umbrellas - Armed like goodfellas. The night was dusky The stars shone lustily They ate up the night And urged the rabble To fight. The hotel keeper wanted Two hundred bucks a room Five star, he said But all I needed was a TV set And some Loony Tunes So I spilled back outside And bought myself a Paper cup of scalding coffee A girl has to be armed with more Than sweet words and fresh ideas However wild or lofty. I was hustling down a side street Where oil drums did burn A few bright souls ducked down there To see what they could learn. A church lay up ahead, It seemed kinda inviting, It was dangling a bait But I knew I wasn’t gonna be a-biting They aren’t selling sanctuary Salvation or a get-out clause The Priests they sit above The rules of morality and law. It is a vague situation An atmosphere of dread… There hasn’t been sanctuary there Since the last time I was dead. I was caught up in a crowd That chanted all their woes They do not know why they Are fighting, only that their Fury grows and grows They work only for the landlord They toil for a crust of bread While the rich few lay lounging In some other man’s wife’s bed. I have these rising dreams They occupy my mind While the players take over Main Street, Las Vegas And the hills of Palestine. I am always looking for a room, Always searching for some peace But in the back of my mind I only want to go and get myself A piece of the action A slice of that humble pie In the sky turns slowly One solitary watching eye.