The day is airy. The spring window's open. I got one leg out, yeah and I just might descend. It's not far. Just two feet from me and the sun. A grin
I can't remember the last time I felt like this. Short breaths and innocence. Slow fucks and cigarettes consume my every thought. I'll bound my wrists
World service bulletin From the nightshift D.J. To all wavebands on Earth Reconnoiter on the killahertz This tune is going out to Marconi To all corners
country American perception is not reality Our leaders have a war mentality We're living in a war mentality We devour it all We're the global cannibal
We're told we've got a brand of pride that nothing can take away Engraved in minds from young to old the letters U.S.A Controlling your emotions and convincing
we're gonna fight it till the end and we won't be beat down again your culture's fed into our veins, your preaching tyranny and hate to follow in your
they've got you and your next move push buttons for the army block bullets for the rich a stupid game, sit back and wait for the day they decide to...
back and forth, t.v. to school, there's not much else you know they're the only things that feed you what you think, you need to grow in the meantime,
Reject the stuff you're taught Bored more than not So what? They've got a crutch It's nothing you could ever touch Don't look Don't look onto your lawn
you put quarters in the juke box to complain about the songs you used to be supportive now you're telling us we're wrong but nothing's really changed,
cocktail stains on your G.Q. slacks you'll show you're clever go blow some lingo out your ass libido takes over all the shit you learned in school techno
see it on t.v. it makes me sick to my stomach people killing people because of their color in texas, fucking bastards dragged a black man with a truck
Hey fuckhead weekend party jock You're just a piece of shit that talks Hey rich sorority goldie locks Out getting raped or suckin cock Hey high school
punching out and closing up lets run amok the eve pour some cups but they won't shut up so theres piss in their listerine and now weve gotta leave punching
There's a 15-minute fad rule They're seven inches late Here we are, too hard, too fast! And I'm just the cynic to tell you It just dont move me at all
preach about the poisons that contaminate the earth follow a religion, others question what it's worth frustrated by the outcome, but never say a word
We've been good, but I know we can do better Exactly what's expected right down to the fucking letter If nothing's changed then where's my brain If there
no open arms just an open mouth i guess im supposed to prove myself you've been here and there and i don't care but with any response i draw a stare