Down in the corner of ruin and grace
I'm growing weary of the human race
I hold my lamp up in everyone's face
Looking for an honest man
Everyone's tied to the turn wheel
Everyone's hiding from the things they feel
The truth so hard it just don't seem
real The shadows across this land
People around here don't know what it means
To suffer at the hands of the American dream
They turn their backs on the grisliest
scenes Traced to the privileged sons
Well they got their gun and they got their
guns They got their armies and the chosen
ones But we'll all be burning in the same big sun
When the great correction comes
Down through the ages
And the powers of the mystery Bring
sand people let your love light shine
Poets and sages all through history Say the
light burns brightest in the darkest times
It's a bitter end we've come down to The
eye of the needle we gotta get through
But the end could be the start of something new
When the great correction comes
Down to the wire
We're running out of time
Still got hope in this heart of mine The future waits
on the horizon line For our daughters and our sons
I don't know where this train's bound Whole
lot of people trying to turn it around
Gonna shout to the walls Come a-tumbling down
When the great correction comes
Don't let me down
When the great correction comes