WARPED DISTINCTIONS

Man walks along the railroad track

He's going some place and there's no turnin' back

The Highway Patrol chopper comin' up over the ridge

Man sleeps by a campfire under the bridge

The shelter line stretchin' around the corner

Welcome to the new world order

Families sleepin' in their cars out in the Southwest

No job, no home, no peace, no rest, no rest

And the highway is alive tonight

Nobody's foolin' nobody as to where it goes

I'm sitting down here in the campfire light

Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad

He pulls his prayer book out of a sleepin' bag

The preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag

He's waitin' for the time

When the last shall be first and the first shall be last

In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass

With a one way ticket to the promise land

With a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand

Lookin' for a pillow of solid rock

Bathin' in the city's aqueducts

And the highway is alive tonight

Nobody's foolin' nobody as to where it goes

I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light

With the ghost of old Tom Joad

Then Tom said "Ma, whenever ya seen a cop beatin' a guy

Wherever a hungry new born baby cries

Wherever there's a fight against the blood and hatred in the air

Look for me ma, I'll be there

Wherever somebody's strugglin' for a place to stand

For a decent job or a helpin' hand

Wherever somebody is strugglin' to be free

Look in their eyes ma, you'll see me"

You'll see me, you'll see me

You'll see me, you'll see me

You'll see me, you'll see me

You'll see me, you'll see me

And the highway is alive tonight

Nobody's foolin' nobody as to where it goes

I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light