Pusillanimous
Even bad people deserve a little courtesy. There might be no God, or religion or politics or righteousness in humanity for certain, but there is good. A basic sense of wrong. One could uphold these senses, or implore impulsive judgement. But either way, I guess it doesn't matter. The only appropriate thing for such a somber mood would be the best and saddest song in the saddest musical.
Hedwig's/Ben's Version:
You know, the sun is in your eyes
And hurricanes and rains
And black and cloudy skies
You're running up and down that hill
You turn it on and off at will
There's nothing here to thrill, or bring you down
And if you've got no other choice
You know you can follow my voice
Through the dark turns and noise
Of this wicked little town
Oh, Lady Luck has led you here
And they're so twisted up
That they'll twist you up, I fear
The pious, hateful, and devout
You're turning tricks 'til you're turned out
The wind so cold it burns
You're burning out, blowing round
And if you've got no other choice
You know you can follow my voice
Through the dark turns and noise
Of this wicked little town
The fates are vicious and they're cruel
You learn too late you've used two wishes
Like a fool
And then you're someone you are not
And Junction City ain't the spot
Remember Mrs. Lot
And when she turned around
And if you've got no other choice
You know you can follow my voice
Through the dark turns and noise
Of this wicked little town
Hedwig's/Ben's Version:
You know, the sun is in your eyes
And hurricanes and rains
And black and cloudy skies
You're running up and down that hill
You turn it on and off at will
There's nothing here to thrill, or bring you down
And if you've got no other choice
You know you can follow my voice
Through the dark turns and noise
Of this wicked little town
Oh, Lady Luck has led you here
And they're so twisted up
That they'll twist you up, I fear
The pious, hateful, and devout
You're turning tricks 'til you're turned out
The wind so cold it burns
You're burning out, blowing round
And if you've got no other choice
You know you can follow my voice
Through the dark turns and noise
Of this wicked little town
The fates are vicious and they're cruel
You learn too late you've used two wishes
Like a fool
And then you're someone you are not
And Junction City ain't the spot
Remember Mrs. Lot
And when she turned around
And if you've got no other choice
You know you can follow my voice
Through the dark turns and noise
Of this wicked little town