Never before have I turned on you. You look too good to me. Your beady eyes, they could cut me in two. And I just can't let you be. Well, it's a free for all, and I heard it said.
There I was, back in the wild again. And I felt right at home where I belong. I had that feelin' comin' over me again. Just like it happened so many times before.
Well, we all got a job to do. And we all hate God. But we all got a job to do. We're gonna do it together. We're gonna do it together. . We are born of despair.
I saw a future, I saw me a way. Equal work, I thought demands equal pay. I heard new music on the radio. I thought that gradual dissolution. Would be the way to go.
it's times like these when a neck looks for a knife,. a wrist for a razor, a heart is longing for bullets.. tension is high under sea and over sky.. pressure drop, people are acting foolish..
Won't you take me. Where my feet feel happy in their own time. And the cathedral of reason let's the bells chime. And the lightning is fine?. . I'm old enough to know.
Oh, the dream I have suffered. Augured fear upon the water. Vessels tall with small men inside. Coming near against the ebb tide. . I can talk to fox like he's a man.
Sabotage on the downtown streets. Police cars overturned. You can`t do nothing to beat the heat. And if you don't you'll get burned. Sleek women behind every door.
Me and Johnny sittin' in the green grass. I dont remember too much from that far back in the past. But man, oh man, was Johnathan a laugh in those days.
Hear him on the radio. See him on the news. See him on the TV. Hear him sing the blues. Welcome to his nightmare. He's been fit to kill. . Death my misadventure.
Anxious mofo, my twin, my friend. Election time again, I wish that I was dead. Some conversation, if you're well read. To calm the storm of shit that's raging in my head.
I, doing a lot of talking. Time goes on, I'm talking still. While soldier girls are dodging grenades and rockets. Moms and dads are paying the bill. .
When the caf doors exploded, I reacted too. Reacted to you. Cast into that sunny morning, I was coming too. But now I'm coming to, I'm coming to. . Papers in the wind a-waltzing, I was dancing too.
i'm looking at another day to find that i've got nothing to say,. or i'm looking for another way to process what happened on that birthday,. and either way, if you're gonna call it art,.