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 dont tell anyone that s what i wanted the god of change knocked me on my knees dont tell anyone that s what i wanted remembering a jumbos 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 dont like it that fall from grace knocked me on my knees dont tell anyone that s what i wanted the god of change knocked me on my knees dont 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 it2