The Big Parade

Text & musik: Johan Bohlin

picking up the shards of another bottle
papa’s passed out in the hall again
his heart was burned into a cinder
the day that mama went away

a pony tailed man on the tv says
“everybody’s free,
to make their own decisions”
i guess some people choose to
sleep in the street

she won’t stay unemployed
for the rest of her life
but no employer likes a desperate smile
tribal tattoos and crazy friends
drunk on a weekday again
the social service took her baby away

get in line for the big parade
celebrating folks who don’t need to pay
with sweat and tears for their daily meals
broken hearts
broken dreams
it’s a shitty world we’re living in