Lightning Don't Always Strike the Tallest Tree

Hey hey
Well the day we’re born we come out cryin’ they hand us a set of rules
Some ride in on Cadillac fins some on a pack of mules
Stars they align when the heavens shine and the book of rhyme’s in stock
Jasmine grows where the shade wind blows but the desert rose does not
Hey hey
In the cradle of conjecture one is soon made to assume
There are just so many problems we can sweep out with a broom
The rest must be confronted eye-to-eye and met head-on
If not they’ll be a price to pay for which we must atone
Hey hey
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And we learn to accept this as if we had no choice
Some scream to the heavens some never use their voice
Fate then comes to visit just to prove to you and me
That lightning don’t always strike the tallest tree
Some will choose to cut their trail through jungle vines they’ll come
The machete that they’ll use will be somebody’s forked tongue
Political beliefs will strive to build a higher wall
And make us public servants of some useless folderol
Hey hey
Some will come with weapons set for certain lives erased
But our spirit will be stronger than the bodies they will waste
For every wind that blows through every flower that’s in bloom
There’ll be some lonesome souls cradle-born to shoot the moon
Hey hey
Chorus