Holding grudges loose change and private wars force age on mothers to race hearts on kitchen floors the things i loath fill my mouth with black, nothing
Stories flash the giant screen more fabulous and interesting than the midwestern unraveling of AMERICAN EYES and trophy wives name branded and conditioned
Time in bondage, space in chains Cripple the dance of ageless in ballrooms of fame Time in bondage, Dark face sustain Lie rest to elders in coffins
You promote fear, perpetuating guns and power Does for(four?) years at the academy, make you a god? You?re just a pig, a pig to me But a scary pig
(Cover of The Animals) There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one
(It's these people that make me wanna smash the state. grab a building with both hands and fucking eat it. leap over bridges. run waist high in waste
All the flags are at half mast today is a sad fucking day this death was self inflicted my ambition has passed away
You talk like you're already dead you're whole fucking life's been spoon fed you're a wasp without a stinger wrap yourself around my middle finger
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Your special interest makes me ill you pass the buck, they pass the bill it's all greed and money and greed and lies how much government can you buy
Yellow ribbons and gold teach and black lung and octane Fell asleep on sunbeams Woke up in a deep freeze Who needs direction, when you got rejection
The lord of chaos died for your sins good luck on life you didn't gain any friends youth part two fuck a word of work hood stapled to your head get
Contrast between life and war birth and disease a father lies awake fighting his own sanity raise a kid or battle brains dawn a fucking cloak and
He crawls through a trail of blood his salvation is in death ten in the morning, he gets the call he won't clean up this mess no soul to rise from
On the street corner of my mind There?s an apostle playing a harp He says, ?On this soapbox, I?ve begun to find, there?s so much peace in my heart.?
God is the son of freedom In search for the panacea His only wage for this occupation Is a brooding self-hatred Evil is the son of the earth Buried
Property, property, property, the things I won are owning me Energy, energy, en-ergy, my greatest ideas are haunting me I know the leash is getting
Rich fucks and fucking snobs mid-life crisis and dead end jobs plop out the womb with suits and wine glasses a new generation of fucking assholes
