To the left we see a bum wandering the streets with no particular place to go. He's searching for pop bottles so he can buy himself a drink. Up ahead you see a mother dragging her children all over town. Daddy left or he's in jail. He can't handle responsibility for others, let alone himself. It's the first of the month and the welfare check is in the mail. Just like clockwork, the eagle has landed!
Here on Main St. U.S.A. there is a hustle going on all the time. In the bar over there you will find Mr. Lonely sitting on a stool, drowning his sorrows in alcoholic delusions. It's the only friend he's got; at least he thinks so.
Now we see the home wrecker, the wife beater, the domestic violator crushing someone else's dreams. The children are crying and hungry again.
Over here we see the crooked preacher who needs to go straight. He preaches the good word and slips out of the Lord's house every now and then to sin, but he comes right back to the pulpit, so everything should be alright except for his conscience. Can I get an amen?
Last, but not least, we have the family with no moral values whatsoever, but God can see behind closed doors.
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