Maybe we, got it all wrong.. Wasting time, pretending we're strong.. Pull over the car to the side of the road.. Let's talk it out under the cigarette glow..
I have seen many over the years, the smartest the purest and even the strongest. fall from a throne that was once mighty,. fall from grace without guidance,.
You think you're evil but you're not. Still sucking life from the mainstream. It's so deluded, give it up. What's that you hide behind your pile of shit?.
the home grown homeland fix. keeps all things separate. within this place its fate is fixed. and oil and peace don't mix. . abandon me abandon me. . in my war.
assisted paradigm entrusted privately decays. behaving all controlled dependent look alike display. affection for defection when no refuge all the same.
Se junten El Fuckin' con el Esqudron del Panico. . Yo se que tu tambien tienes la curiosidad. de saber como yo soy en la cama. Dame un break mami y no lo pienses mas.
I see it's growing darker. And darker still. I see my heart growing darker. And darker still. I felt your heart growing darker. And darker still. I see this life growing darker.
Where's the life I knew before?. Scares me that I'm not afraid of losing anymore. Where's the edge I used to walk?. Haunts me that I'm not afraid of hurting anymore.
I'm getting sick of this. This fighting's killing me. There was a time when I'd gladly. Would take this crap from you. Yeah you were worth the pain. But now its just a twisted game.
Things I saw things I see. Things that you wanted me to be. But I cannot change. . Same routine over again. You call me up just to be my friend. Things are still the same.
How completely sick. The human race really is. For ignorant mindless reasons. We're all going to die. One more problem to add to the list. How much more stress can i possibly.
Life's frustrations. Racking my brain everyday. There's no hiding from life's reality. Everywhere we turn. We see nothing but negativity. The pressure and stress.
A spark of light in a strange. Shape like the waves that surround the sight range. A wounded collected echoes. Among the Sharp mountains. The wild star is the face.
The rain is busting the fog with holes. And you're wheezing like a stricken deer. I will punch the wall with the flash of headlights. Through the spit and beer.
There you are, waiting at the station. Searching frantically the place where you belong. Gave you a map that showed you your direction. A shadow tore it up and told you it was wrong.
Well, I saw your face in a photograph. I cried so much, I nearly laughed. You never really had the chance. To question why did you live some to cry some and die?.
1981 Albion Music Ltd.. Arrangement by Hazel O'Connor and Tony Visconti. Produced by Tony Visconti. Engineered by Gordon Fordyce and Chris Porter. Wesley McGoogan: saxophone, background vocals.
I don't know. But it seems that every single dream's. Painted pretty pictures in the air. And it tumbles in despair. And it starts to bend. Until by the end its a nightmare.
Phil Ochs. Come, get out of the way, boys. Quick, get out of the way. You'd better watch what you say, boys. Better watch what you say. We've rammed in your harbor and tied to your port.