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
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
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'
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
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
I'd rather hear laughter While this whole place died. A Johnny Jump-Up is a lovely thing A pint of cider and some whiskey I had four dead inside of me
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
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
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
LISTEN UP, SIT UP STRAIGHT, THAT??' THE ONLY WAY YOU???L GET A BREAK SITTING STILL AIN??µ SUCH A BITTER PILL FOR GOODNESS SAKE FOR 12 YEARS AND IT WON
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
I was just kid when I gound out how cruel the world could be Faded pictures from forgotten times of endless misery I lit a candle but i could not know
THE BUS DRIVERS ARE ON STRIKE HE HAD TO RIDE HIS BIKE AGAIN I'M SORRY YOU'RE PISSED ABOUT THIS HE'S JUST A CAMPUS COMMUNIST YOU SEE SOMETIMES LIFE
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
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
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
HIGH AND DRY YOU'VE GOT A HOLD OF THE FUCKING TRUTH YOU'VE GOT NOTHING BUT A BLANK HAND DON'T YOU IN THE END IT'S JUST A TIRED EXPLANATION AND I CAN
Watch the could form outside my window I light another as the city goes grey Face the whirlwind with a polite smile Resist the motion of self righteous
