Ron Sexsmith
"Wishing Wells"

wishing wells are fine in fairy tales but they've got no business here
where evil's very real and children are known to just disappear

magic spells still hold no currency where people are lining up
to sell their dignity when reality's a show they'll crawl through mud

i fear sometimes we ain't got a hope in hell
i've half a mind to hang the next fool to wish me well to wish me well

it comes as no surprise all that rises to the top
before our very eyes with each generation expectation drops

i feel sometimes we ain't got a hope in hell
i've half a mind to hang the next fool to wish me well to wish me well

tell me when when will the truth prevail to clear away all the smug
and smirking juveniles and save us from all the bloodthirsty thugs