This story starts out spray painted on a wall Its been there for decades As the cigarette burns the world still turns While the vodka numbs the pain
There ain't no reason anymore There ain't no spirit anymore There ain't no hope anymore There ain't no glory anymore Goldman, Debs, and Parsons Must
In the bear white walls of the fish factory I worked all day just to make ends meet Cut and gut and pack it up That will never get you far They got
At the end of an era Ghetto blast goes 1-2-3-4 If you're sick of being poor And the rebel beat beats on At the end of an era The elder ghosts are in
Theres a sun settin' on the horizon And we're running full speed with guns Some make it and others get burnt up So we're gonna make sure we're the ones
The agony of youth no it never did me good 'Cause all the glory never had the meaning that it should Never again will I see through those eyes Never
You and me we always hit it off well Always had that gleam in our eyes the days were ours to sell You'd hit me up for a buck but we never had a dime
Oswald is in the library But he's got the face of an "injun" cheif Buying Manhattan for twenty six beads I was lookin' at my watch just the other day
Well some kid got the lock down 'Cause he got flip with an officer No you don't do that in this town Unless you can bail yourself out Some kids got the
For a wage of copper they'll make you rich in gold And thats what you got if you got control But if you got nothin' you ain't got no hope 'Cause everybody
They think they know whats best for you But have they walked a mile in your boots This scene is me this scene is you We're the wheels that make it turn
You'll hear the blood hounds bark And they'll lay me stiff and stark I'm gagged and bound six foot in the ground With a bullet in my heart But never
If the the wolf is still circling the fence You think you've seen the way, but by the light of day You've only reached another dead end Has your dream