White Houses

White houses in neat little rows, Contrasting against the sky. Tumble down black shacks over the tracks, Children so hungry they could cry. The chrome the steel, the metal dream, Leaving the teeth which will rot. The escapist young mind left behind, Saving dimes for community pot. Better get straight You better, you better get straight, babe I feel, you better get straight right now You better get it You better, you better get straight baby They're crying out for love all the time, But they fail to see the neighbors eyes. The TV is on the six o'clock news, And the channels are full color lies. Company meets, the president speaks, He's young but his bones creak. Young girl dresses for the high school dance And the guy next door is dying for a peek. Get straight, you better Yeah you better get straight, baby Oh, did you get what I say? I say it to you That you, you better, You better get it, babe You better, you better get straight, yeah Before it's too late They put the Bible in the drawer of the motel room, And its crying out to be read. But is stays right there collecting dust, No one understands what's being said. Lovers make love in concrete boxes, What will tomorrow bring? They've been told that its wrong but they don't give a damn, Soon another life it will bring You better get straight baby Yeah, You You better get straight baby Oh and I think I'd better get myself together too, babe You know what I mean? I've been angry so very long I want to fly right here I want to do it all right I want to get it get it baby You better get it, you better get it You better get straight right now Because I've been told And I'm telling you baby Pass it on It's really good advice