On the Rebound...possibly?

Fortune caught me crying
Caught me weeping
For those decades long gone
When I wasn't born

I thought I knew about time
gone awry
Now I laugh at my own naivete
I never knew a thing at all

The people look for peace
and the race looks for war
Overpopulation self cleaning job
So we get caught in the mob mentality

Fortune's got us all on the rebound
As our souls fly high and our bodies hit the ground
You better give it up
Before it's too late
Before it's too late

Fall in love with the mirror
But you've already found another
So go down
on the lovers--make them mothers

And cry
til you slam your face in the door
the fists got on
and the hearts hit the floor

Want to change the world
So put on your mask
and go
It's about high time

Fortune's got it coming
for the fathers and the mothers
and the teenaged lovers
and the city's turned to a ghost town