While the man in the street was screaming for help
from the people nearby,
the kid next to him shook violently.

And everybody just stood there.

While the woman in rags looked to the heavens
with her arms out, the other prayed
for a god to deliver them.

And everybody just stood there.

On the floor, in a house covered in rain
from the inside out:
Floorboards creaking.
Front door shaking.
The radio blaring and
all the glasses breaking.
You can run to the car, drive away from the scene,
put the television on,
and try to forget everything.
But there's a skeleton waiting in the basement,
banging on the bedposts,
beggin' for his medicine.

Everybody just stood there.