Looking out of a window
Is Daddy coming home?
There’s a warning of violence
At the station

Seven dead on the sidewalk
Animals in a cage
We’ve been calling his number
There’s no answer

And if I knew of a signal sent
I’d follow it to the fundament
Men and women of good intent
All arise at the fundament
No promise broken
No truth bent
At the fundament


She had a brother in Yuma
And a kid on the way
She was waiting for paper
To belong here

Till the men who don’t know her
Come to take her away
She’ll be washing their dishes
Ever after

And if I knew what the message meant
I’d take it down to the fundament
Men and women of good intent
Hand in hand at the fundament
No promise broken
No truth bent
At the fundament


Breath of mortar and tear gas
Shuffling at the door
We'll be shouting for quiet
For a lifetime

There’s a war in the Eighth Ward
Boots and blood in the street
We’ve been calling and calling
Still no answer

And as I pray for a soul’s ascent
I wanna go to the fundament
Men and women of good intent
Start again at the fundament
No promise broken
No truth bent
At the fundament