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tell me who will arrest the political pollution who's coming up with the eminent solution who's gonna sell you something you can't use who can broadcast phallacies and call it the news who's gonna fight the almighty legislature when a woman's not a woman but another incubator when the choleric voice of millions place another urgent call and you right to choose is taken leaving no choice at all freedom is just a word incendiary justice a blank ideal our novel paradigm mirror of one way glass somebody's watching america flies first class some people say i'm bitter and i really should get over it an angry young man with nothing tangible to show for it but oppression breeds obsession like another mean season and to turn a blind eye would be personal treason in the sky there's a tiding greeting each and every birth about how the unenlightened have inherited the earth and if aids doesn't get you you can bet your neighbor will because his umbrage and obstruction give him liberty to kill when there's no more change to bring about and when there's nothing left to sing about and when my heart is empty and there's no more greed to tempt me america flies first class
there's no sense waiting in this state i've realized too late there's only so much left inside only so much space to hide i've dreamed of castles in the air but i've found out where i need a break or a vacation before i give myself a scare don't try to understand me your logic won't command me don't try to read between my mind if i could kill you with a touch i'd never hate this much one thousand colors every day but all i see is grey my history is plagarized i feel desensitized maybe one more shot of reason will ripple this disguise i told that man just what i thought of him so i'm right where i am tied to this bed subconciously restrained and now i wish i hadn't said what i said to both of my parents because i made my mother cry if they'd only wait i'll make it up to them because i can be a better man i'm floating in a frozen sea i'll watch the morning break giving way to shades of brown i see the colors all around for once there's no one here but me and my autumn reverie and in my heart i know it's as close as i'll ever be
give me sensibilities without ambition give me accolades i've done nothing to collect then you spread your plague of ignorance across the planet earth robbing us of any self respect it's a plan these are ways to a person we all fall down unless we rise as one and resist the right when we cease to question war as entertainment and christian battle hymns will keep us pacified you can tie a yellow ribbon 'round your cock boy you're just along for the ride we all fall down the hightbrow poxy liberals all fall down the harbingers of eden all fall down the corporate rock religion all falls down the liar in the office he falls down
reason is gone this brain is out of practice thinking is alien it's alien to me the day is through the lights are off and i'm alone again electrons comfort me the television is my only friend there was a time that i swore this would never happen to me i look for inspiration like i've never done so many times there's something missing here i can't define would you like to come to a place inside my head or would you like to watch me fall asleep instead indecision, television takes my mind away growing stronger how much longer will things be this way i look at my close friends they wear expressions of concern they don't want me to forget all that they think i've learned i've explained my situation but why can't they see friday's just another night for me now there's a feeling that i get when i'm at peace with all i see and it's rare time that i spend with no one else around but me these moments are so precious now getting better just like wine but wine won't make me happy there was a time i thought it would i thought it could i thought it should now turned around i'm looking down there's nothing there but i can still see myself a lonely boy
well i thought we'd arrived at a track in our history where we'd fought every endeavor we could fight yes i shuddered with grim preconception as the cannonade erupted into light and my occular gaze lay dehiscient it seemed that i could not look away and every god fearing son was a patriot and victory remained elusive just one bomb away oh yeah one bomb away and they say that custom will reconcile people to any atrocity-(goerge bernard shaw) from dachau to belfast to bagdad from sea to shining sea and they say when facism crosses our borders it'll be wrapped up in a shroud glowing red, white and blue and our rectors they say will explain it away as the ravings of a passionate few well i happened to visit a slaughterhouse where cessation's redolence rose to the sky and proptious creatures await a most virulent fate which their pacific demeanor belies it was a place i don't care to return to whose chambers compassions would not recognize where slaughter is sanctification and humanity covers it's eyes covers it's eyes my country 'tis of thee sweet land of liberty of thee i sing of thee i sing i don't want to be a patriot if being a patriot means being like you
i remember when you disconnected with such high hopes but still rejected i know i've been there you thought something outside would always fix you you should know by now it'll always trick you i know how it feels it was all just boys and girls making the most of a fucked up world left with nothing left insane live fast, die young, feel no pain why can't you open those eyes wasted living your daydream dies you've disconnected from all that you know why? mom and dad let you out at night if you're back by one it'll be alright and you're safe now safe from the world but those nights won't stay the same there's no more time for run and games and your habits are all wearing you down
how ready are you to die for an ideal what's the connection between a lie and what is real mother superior i've got an angel on my back i'm one of the righteous and i'm never going back no, no, no i'm never going back who's that shining forth-right man about to die behind me he's waiting for the portress to send me head over heels who's that black-heart four-star general walking up the hill to ask the liberals nicely to help finance his private war and if i didn't trust that man when he puts the rifle in your hand sings you songs of pageantry and grace and how much you want to bet on the other side there's a man with twice your pride and they put you feet first in an unmarked grave there was a time in our history when we justified by saying our destinies manifest now imperialism is the man trial of the west see that trigger happy college boys love a chance to try out their new toys then they wash the city streets clean with the blood of infidels as the fabric of democracy left tattered in the dust we could put, another greedy man into the, dictatorial, puppet-show, now tell me who do you trust who do you trust and an abominable hemisphere would perpetuate a heart-whole atmosphere call it a threat to national security call it just a poor-sick face one more place to export cheap labor hail the monarchy hail the oligarchy a potential for anarchy and we pat ourselves firmly on the back
it was a day like any other my son he turned to me and said father wherever did we go so wrong i thought it over for a minute and said son for twelve years there was a circus sometimes i want to dream my life away and other times it seems all wrong still other days i want to throw my life away that's when i know i don't belong now when i'm down some people ask me just when and where my luck did change i smile and say the eighties broke my spirit 'cause when the circus came to my town i was in it's way this charade is not for me just put aside what i think it means to me just put aside my eccentricities there's nothing for me in this one horse town at least until the circus came around
can he make friends of the most bitter enemies i'll believe it when i see it's what i say can he assuage our moral discontentment i'll believe it on that unlikely day i believe christian science may have something good to offer but i too believe it falls well short of a pipeline to god at our best we are all creatures of volition but when we faulter in adjunction we relinquish all control i met a man of god he tried his best to tell me my human fallibilities equate directly into sin his philosophy carried no weight with me his jaded mind won't let the truth find it's way in how does it feel? can he replace all those days in hiding is it real? how many nights have you slept with regret it's so sad when no one is waiting to meet you but the voices the voices of what might have been
i used to be like her we were one and the same i used to hold her i used to know her name out on the water i feel her once again i used to be like her i used to call her friend she was a lost child running way to fast no matter where she went she could not get away there's a voice reverberating deep inside my head telling me i should have made her stay 'cause now there's no one but me and i feel the sting there was a time she was beautiful she had so much life to give but now all i remember is the broken shell i see in my nightmares i can hardly recognize her doesn't it feel good doesn't the sting feel good
i saw you from a distance somehow i knew our paths would cross someday in my eyes you could do no wrong i never thought i'd ever have someone like you you came at a time when i could count my friends on one hand and i don't think i want to be another float in your sad parade and it makes me wonder is this how you've treated all the friends you've made i put you on a pedestal i knew it was the worst thing i could do i used to feel that way black and grey now everything is fucked up there's people talking shit it looks like i was wrong and i don't care who's right i don't want to fight why me this tape's been played before is this what friends are for it's all my fault wrong again
i woke up screaming just the other night awakened by another dream i thought back to '80 thinking what would've happened if everything wasn't how it seemed ten years the lie survives fucking with american lives reduced to pawns in a power play too long they've suffered not for america just for a lead on election day my october my america running out of time my october my america read between the lines |
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