Do More Good

The young and the old, the sick and the cold,
the ones who just long to get out of control;
the ones that'll call and the ones that'll fold
and everyone standing 'round the table.

The meek and the mild, the weak and the wild,
the ones who won't speak this mean to a child;
those who have lived with their feet to the fire
and forgave every miserable jailer.

I love 'em all, ain't gonna quit,
that goes double for you.
Gonna do more good, gonna talk less shit,
that's about all I can do.

The free and chained, the simple and plain,
the ones who just can't seem to hit where they aim;
the ones that get by on their family name,
those who have no one to call on.

The freaks and the prideful, the peaks and the eyefuls,
the ones who just wait 'til their dreams are all stifled;
most too afraid to admit they been lied to,
martyrs with no sword to fall on.

I love 'em all, ain't gonna quit,
that goes double for you.
Gonna do more good, gonna talk less shit,
that's about all I can do.

I love 'em all, ain't gonna quit,
that goes double for you.
Gonna do more good, gonna talk less shit,
that's about all I can do.
Gonna do more good, gonna talk less shit,
that's about all I can do.