How It Has To Be

Neil Armstrong is walking with Mary Edwards

Talking about the love they found on Tinder

Crossing the street on the cold morning after

The protest is all over

There’s flowers in the street

And everyone you meet is still asleep

Half the people are in chains

And the other half have the key

That’s how it’s been, that’s how it has to be

Pocahontas, Walt Disney and Al Capone

They’re gathering up dust for the tombstone

All the mourners in their black veils sing and moan

There’s nothing left to say

Thе execution is over

Thе party went all night but now you’re sober

On the day that you’re born

You become someone’s enemy

That’s how it goes, that’s how it has to be

Invalids of the cloth, they hand out pamphlets

To soldiers who’ve been punished for their service

Even the secret service, they look nervous

As the killer’s face get’s painted

Across the evening news

Even the corespondent looks confused

God made the devil

If he did make anything

Iv’e heard it said, that’s how it has to be

Shadows have grown long around the city

You can still see Andy Warhol and Oprah Winfrey

Hanging pictures of Susan B. Anthony

On the walls of the mausoleum

The gates of the colosseum

Hoping someone on the inside still might see ‘em

Love and hate, they will wound you equally

That’s how it works, that’s how it has to be