Poem: God’s Eye Is On All Of Us But Only If You Grew Up Believing

Artie and Paul singing about the dead and the dying back in their little town

I always hear it as drive towards the place, where we sit and argue at the table

over politics and idealism and how opinions are something you are entitled to

but I’ll always point out (and never with subtlety) that you’re therefore entitled to have your

opinion ripped to shreds, …