-----------------  In a closet in a box, you can't hide nothing from a kid  When his dad went off to the football game  Guess what that kid did?  Last week it was lighting hairspray, this week he found a gun  He was trying to be like Rambo when he pushed on it with his thumb  Now the news says it's the father's fault, and the father blames the son  And the N.R.A. is doing everything to protect the stupid gun  But when all is said, nothing's done  Life goes on... Minus One  I was walking through Columbus Circle when I saw two street bums  One of them was just lying there lifeless in the sun  Upon closer inspection, I discovered he was dead  The other bum reached over, grabbed the bottle from under his head  I looked at him puzzled, he just looked back and grinned  Then said, "Someday I want to be just like him"  He took a sip of that whiskey, then offered me some  He said, "Life goes on... Minus One."  Now Charles Manson's just an argument the politicians use  Like Hitler convinced his countrymen that it was good to kill the Jews  Now down in Georgia there's a judge who supports the K.K.K.  Who just sent another innocent black man to the electric chair today  And while that judge sleeps the dirty work is done by a hired hand  Who never saw or heard the witness or defendant on the stand  The switch goes down, the deed is done  Life goes on... Minus One  Now if you're working in the nursing homes, you see it every day  It's something you've got to get used to, there just ain't no other way  Now the people gather at the graveyard to hear the final words  Of the Pastor's reinterpretation of something he once heard  He prays, "Lord take her spirit and please take away our hurt"  Then they lower down the coffin. The little boy throws the dirt  "Thy kingdom come, thy will be done"  Life goes on... Minus One