Pontiac 87

I recall seeing the pope Pontiac 1987 Money changing between hands Outside the Silverdome Afterwards a riot broke Old folks turned brutish Trampling their way out the gates Towards heaven That fall from grace Knocked me on my knees Don't tell anyone That's what I wanted The God of change Knocked me on my knees Don't tell anyone That's what I wanted Remembering a Jumbo's night December 26th Weird faces filled up the bar Half sober Outside a steady snow All new white With new money and false friends I don't like it That fall from grace Knocked me on my knees Don't tell anyone That's what I wanted The God of change Knocked me on my knees Don't tell anyone That's what I wanted The dog in the manger eats its anger But I miss it The way it was before the scales Fell from my eyes There's no use being sad about it What's the point of crying about it? There's no use being sad about it What's the point of crying about it? There's no use being sad about it What's the point of crying about it? There's no use being sad about it What's the point of crying about it? There's no use being sad about it What's the point of crying about it? There's no use being sad about it What's the point of crying about it? There's no use being sad about it What's the point of crying about it? There's no use being sad about it What's the point of crying about it?