Cold and flatback steel-faced iron-clad Sold like a priceless piece of real estate so sad Three nights shacked up shackled down fucked up Starin' over
I say words are weapons How do you feel? My guns loaded with walls so thick To keep it in I got these questions In the books on my mind and I'm trapped
success measure through conformity your ties your noose to tight to breath i watch you hang from suck-suck-society time has left you old, cold and self
hey pig where are you whats up with all the trouble that you put me through i try so hard to be good i just wish i could policeman never let your hair
Got plenty of friends i'd like you to meet in my life and my world and its all at my feet got a box of good records from the back of the rack im driving
Down at Thompkins square park where the locals are Pumpin' up on passion taking it a bit too far Reaching into fury someone's talking to you Finger on
My boss told me don't stay out too late Gotta be at work by 9 or 9:15 He don't know I'm going to amputate all my limbs and run around the place shave
Thankful to be alive no anchor no chain is holding down on me And I can say I'm under the philosophy that everyone around here stops looking down on
Feel myself getting ill by your generosity We fight we scream you pack up can't get away from me You call it torture I call it unconditional love You
Cold grey is the cement where I lay watching the pig in his uniform take a slug from his coffee He bought with the money that he earns watching making
When I step into it's ocean it's hot I shake the world from my hand Take this shirt off my back because I'm happy again kick off my boots and I'm ready
Old man, dirty old man, walking down that mile long road Got a suitcase in his hand but he's got to place to go His shoes don't fit his coat ain't clean
Everywhere around the world people want their voices heard I just want my 15 minutes instant fame and fortune please see them all on MTV I just want
Left the big city think it was yesterday Got in some trouble there but thats the price you pay for living underground just stay put and believe in the
The more I look the less I see propped up infront of my TV I'll scale these walls before I'm free, kill my pain and then my grief Sitting all alone and
Call in the troops an load up the bombs we are we are we are we are marching to war and a war can't be won we are we are we are we are my gun is pulled
Bad meat chicken disaster Ripe like salmonella Trip to the chin 10 million little disasters on one roller coaster Keep strapping me in One Leg - Two
History repeats pressure make it quit age old slavery plan exploitation of man when I die bury me in the dirt where I won't need no money and I won't
