The devil's in the room looking down from his curious cloud
At the angry folks that gather in a room much too small for the crowd
They speak about a man who seeks change and fear crawls down the wall
Like a boogie man descending down to snatch up all the guns in the hall
Oh and don't you try and change it just get back to the way things are
Where the homeless fight for shelter while their children hide away in the car
Oh and don't you try and plead just pretend things are safe all around
Just ask the colored boy who's bleeding out with his Skittles strewn about on the ground
Will things change
Will things change
The market opens soon and you know that the broker boys are bowing down to the screen
And somewhere in a room above the bulls carefully plot out the scheme
They speak about a man who takes trust and greed and then turns it to gold
Like a mythical messiah sending down the keys to everyone's soul
Oh and don't you try and change it just get back to the way things are
Where the homeless fight for shelter while their children hide away in the car
Oh and don't you try and plead just pretend things are safe all around
Just ask the colored boy who's bleeding out with his Skittles strewn about on the ground
Will things change
Will things change
Oh and don't you try and change it just get back to the way things are
Where the homeless fight for shelter while their children hide away in the car
Oh and don't you try and plead just pretend things are safe all around
Just ask the colored boy who's bleeding out with his Skittles strewn about on the ground
The devil's in the room looking down with a furious frown
At the future tribes that gather and their love makes glorious sound
Will things change