Close your eyes to the horror
Close your eyes to the pain
Moms and kids with nothing to set
Who says there's no place called hell
There but for the grace of God
There but for the grace of God
Who cares, who cares, who cares, who cares
There but for the grace of God
There but for the grace of God
Invisible could be my name
Real pleas fall on deaf ears
Freezing cold in winters heat
Burning up can be a treat
Blisters breaking on my feet
At least I get a subway seat
There but for the grace of God
There but for the grace of God
Who cares, who cares, who cares, who cares
There but for the grace of God
There but for the grace of God
Self help and preservation
And screw all those around you
Now's the time for you to share
Indifference you have to care
Deep inside you know it's true
How do I get through to you
Open your eyes to the horror
Open your eyes to the pain
WRITERS
CHARLIE L. BENANTE, DANIEL ALAN SPITZ, FRANK JOSEPH BELLO, JOSEPH A. BELLARDINI, SCOTT IAN ROSENFELD