Why do I feel so outside, looking in bruised and broken. Battle scars I get knocked down. Lick my wounds get up and stand in the line. . [Chorus]. We're all standing in a line, and it's never enough time.
No I don't give a shit I'm just sick and fucking fed up. Always falling on my face trying hard to keep my head up. Cause this life has got me running, repetitions got me pinned.
Can you here the winds of change. As they're blowing on the streets. From the school yards where we ran. To the cafes where we eat. From the lips of common man.
The dark and stormy clouds of rage came rumbling in. And the city burn a blaze so bright the night resembled morning. There was vengeance in their eyes as their voices pierced the silence.
It seems like our whole life, gets wasted watching others lives. As we sit, watch, and obey, our aspirations fade to gray. Why are we so afraid, to make up our own minds.
United we stand, divided we're all (HEY HEY). Too proud to see that this land we call free is not free. There are laws to control us.... Our rights, designed cut-to-fit.
Sometimes I say things that I don mean. Sometimes the words come out wrong. Sometimes I take things too far. I haven't said I sorry in so long. . How does one reconcile what they regret?.
There was this wise man I once knew. Who lived down my street a block or 2. In a back alley where the autumn leaves blew. A simple man with a heart so true.
Know your enemy (2x). Its inside of you. Inside of me. Know your enemy.... . The clock is ticking like a time bomb in the mind. Of the people whos rebel hearts cry out to break.
I've watched the good times come and go so fast. I remember the first time we met. How it felt ... to share a laugh and not feel alone. Thinking back on those days brings a smile to my face.
I woke up again today. To a world so broke and full of hate. Tried to pretend that it's ok. But it cut so deep there was no escaping. This world is so fucked.
So you think you are the only one who feels like you do. The only one that been getting screwed. The only one who knows how it feels. To be so hurt, no one could feel like you.
And now I raise my voice... In defiance. To break the chains that have bound these hands. Arrest the fear inside and shed this callous coat. I've got to know just where I stand....
Struck down you died, one December night. Taken in cold blood, under Texas twilight. The headlines all read, it was "punks vs. the jocks". As your killer walks free, we're still left with this loss.
How could they do this, how could they say. Wee done the wrong thing. The whole time, they told us, we would be there today. The smiles, they face us, in all the wrong ways.
The summer sun, sunsets the cityscape rise up. All the kids in the hall come together put your fists up. Il bring the mic if you bring the sound system.
He hangs his flyers on the wall, religiously, his efforts so small. It doesn't matter even though. Punk rock is his life he has got nothing to show for it.
Do you ever get the feeling that you'll never get ahead. Working for a slave wage and your social life is dead. Does it ever cross your mind, does your life feel incomplete.
Heavy in your hands. Guess I should have known. Manipulation for one of your own. . Now its time for suffering. To shed the skin to which you cling. A relic of my everything.