YOU WERE FIRST IN LINE FOR THE NEW SOLUTION. BUT YOU LOST YOU SHIRT SINGING REVOLUTION. THE BLOOD IS AT A BOIL. WHAT WE WERE WAS NULL AND VOID. AND YOU WILL CHANGE YOUR WAYS.
She's got a little book. She thinks it tells the truth. Easy answers so simple she can't refuse. It's disengenous, just like the smile on her face. Somewhere here there's a mind that has been misplaced.
HE WAS PREACHING AT THE BUS STOP, HE WAS DRUNK,. DRUNK ON MOUTHWASH, TALK SHIT. HE A FOR A CIGARETTE I GAVE HIM A MINT. A LADY ASKED WILL THE SIX SOON.
It's like picking up the pieces is a daily chore. Thinking of your time card forms a habit. Watching rick folks on T.V.'s like picking a sore. Fuck it all, they can have it.
Did you hear the latest one. About the footprints on your back. About how they lied. About how they stole. To keep each other in the black. . I really wonder when it all comes down.
watch them laugh unashamed. when they tear your rights away. they're counting on your silence. broken down by the weight. of the climate they create. psychological violence.
I kind of feel I've lost the words and the reasons. I sit at home, Drinking by myself. I get a headache from the things I believe in. The simple truths can be so absolute.
Some times it's simplenet things that make it hard. Spoiled baby tee's with credit cards. Overtime always on my mind. Could have beens eating away inside now.
LISTEN UP, SIT UP STRAIGHT, THAT' THE ONLY WAY YOUL GET A BREAK. SITTING STILL AIN SUCH A BITTER PILL FOR GOODNESS SAKE. FOR 12 YEARS AND IT WON BE THE LAST TIME.
Forgive me. For a second I thought we were eye to eye. My mistake. I shouldn't have faked it. And now it's cheers to a waste of time. I don't remember asking your permission.
JUST WHEN I THOUGHT MY WORK WAS DONE. YOU HAD TO GO AND PULL IT. JUST WHEN YOU THOUGHT YOUR LUCK HAD WON. I'VE GOT ANOTHER BULLET. MY HANDS ARE TIRED BUT I'VE GOT STRENGTH TO FIRE.
FILL THOSE GLASSES HIGH AND MAYBE WE CAN DROP OUT. FOR JUST A LITTLE WHILE A TEMPORARY COP OUT. I DON'T WANT TO WAIT UNTIL THE END. TO FIND OUT HOW WE END UP.
FUCK THE BANKS I'VE HEARD THEM BUT THEN SOMEONE HAS TO CASH THIS CHECK. A THIRD GOES TO THE GOVERNMENT aND THEN HALF GOES DOWN TO RENT. AND THEN WHAT'S LEFT SEEMS LIKE A GIFT IT NEARLY BRINGS TEARS TO THESE EYES.
Never been safe to live in contrast. They're passing out muzzles. With the gas masks. This one's for you and all you've done. And what we will become.
Single file lines born by design. With a brass ring so deceiving. Chipped away to a status cult. Where indifference breeds control. And then with time comes "toe the line".
Mother said i can't listen to Radio Havana. And i read with a flash light late that night. on these North side streets try avoiding the lights. Try avoiding any type of political fight.
this is it. Ive had enough. told my friends Im done with it. broken smiles and empty words. not this time. . here we go. been here before. come here often, do you dear?.
this is a story from a long time ago. about a boy that i used to know. he had problems i knew about. and the schools all just threw him out. . and as the years kept passing us by.
on time for another meal. my love, my life. its time to draw the straw. it doesnt matter what I get. theyre long gone. . see your teeth spent on good things.
time and time again. things get out of hand. words are thrown around. did we build this house on sand?. . on every single block. i hear a lonely knock.