And The Kid - On My Way Home lyrics

On my way home I did not see police brutality On my way home I saw a fat policeman Trying to catch a thief On my way home I saw some men Having a fist fight And I said to myself This ain't right On my way home I live in a sad cold town I ride in a sad blue bus I ride with men Who have nicotine lungs I ride with women Who speak in tongues On my way home Pain and shame Coming out of Every child's face And every man