That easy-going man of blood. Mucking out in the McLennan county mud. If you're hoping he won't well of course then he must. Driving his truck through the McLennan county dust.
Moms' in the kitchen giving her power way to a bottle of wine. Dad's in the office giving his power away selling his time. I didn't learn shit about life I learned to give my power away.
If I could find a place. To leave this world behind. Somewhere in time and space. Where I could ease my mind. I'd take you there. Where we could be alone.
The phone I rang. Your message picked up, I voiced my name. I could feel the tensions rise, the elevation. Now that you're here. Your voice is ringing oh so clear.
My congressman says I cant give my brother a clean syringe. If he should get aids and die, that's just too bad. My senator says I can't give my sister a clean syringe.
I'm...waiting to know you by the way. Send up the balloons, its right to assume yea. I'm waiting to know you by the way. Set up to the pier, wait till you get here yea.
Hey did you know. This room will fill with smiling folks. Who know me well. With dollar smiles and chairs that are made of gold. Impress, glass of wine and matching dining sets.
Torn by the wrath that burns like a buried flame. Crossed in the heart from this voice that's a nagging pain. Snared to the book of God with a twisted fear.
Sculptors Hands. At work spreads thin Clay over frames. It's just what he wanted flawless skin-deep deep eyes to look with. Mesmerize. In blank stare.
Wearing my scarf and my hat. And I squint and I sniff as I went around. Walked up the road through the woods. By the pines, by the lake as I heard the sound.
In the hour and 28 minutes you spent writing for your zine about. How so and so sold out and lost all credibility in the punk rock scene. 1000 children died of starvation and you didn't do a damn thing.
Torn by the wrath that burns like a buried flame. Crossed in the heart from this voice that's a nagging pain. Snared to the book of God with a twisted fear.
Take your time, your on your own. And I'll be watching you as you sleep late tonight.. The feeling's only natural. To defile something that is beautiful..
Slip me out of my northern noose. My Easter Egg. My western wheel. And a snouthern snake. I've got a busted breast and a jiggly thigh. A rumpled roast and a ragged eye.
I used to sell a lot of things CD's Records Tshirts and Magazines. I used to sell a lot of things, patches and sticker. So I could buy guitar strings.
I am, I said and I believe. I made it here for something. This is my time, I'm here and now. And I'll fight on to get there. . With prejudice in mind.
I thought I was ahead of the game. Even though I could not name what I was looking for. I thought I had it all worked out. Even though I was feeling the worry and the doubt.
There's a man without a home. With a girl who has no name. They're the face in every town. Underneath, we're all the same. . Wonder. She has come and gone.
Theres nothing like being torn apart. By what holds you, holds you together. Should have built my house in something solid. Standing in center of a glass table.
I heard a song once and it was beautiful and it was free and it was my dream. I lost my housing at the sweet young age of fourteen. I heard a song on the radio, it was my dream.