The Morality Of Accuracy In Photojournalism

I don't know how to help you
I don't know how to help you
I can help you grow a garden
But the plants still choose to grow
All on their own
All on their own
All on their own
I think they could
I think they could
I think they could

And I don't know how to help you
I don't know how to help you
I could help your family move through
This wicked neighborhood
I think they should
I think they should
I think they should
I think they should
Or build a bigger fence around their house
Just who are we keeping out?
Just who are we keeping out?
Just who are we keeping out?

Let the neighbors call the cops
Call the cops
Call the cops

I don't know how to help you
I don't know how to help you
I could help you sing your song
But the dogs still choose to dance along on their own
All on their own
All on their own
I think they would
I think they would
They would
I think they would

But who am I speaking to?
Just who am I speaking to?
Just who am I speaking through?
Just who am I speaking to?
Just who am I speaking through?
Just who am I speaking to?