So... You've given it all you can And your life is in the garbage can And you say you're tired and dry 'cause your mind won't let you cry So you hang
I heard them say that the meek shall reign on earth Phantasmal myriads of sane bucolic birth I've seen the rapture in a starving baby's eyes Inchoate
Parched, cracked mouths, empty swollen guts Sun baked pavement encroaches on us Haves and have-not together at last Brutally engaged in mortal combat
Three thousand miles of wilderness overcome by the flow A lonely restitution of pavement pomp and show I seek a thousand answers I find but one or two
England seemed like such a beautiful place from afar Until one day I saw how miserable things really are All fantastic images they only are apparent
I don't wanna live in a world without melody Sometimes a rhythmic din of society is too much for me But purpose is prioritized These days the goal is
This song goes out To all the hopeless sinners With grave allegiances So meaningless and vain The walking wounded In a pageant of contenders Who balance
I refuse to abuse what is kind to the muse But it's there and it's happening to me along the way As we go through the snow we cannot forget our foes But
My mommy's on valium, she's so ineffectual Yeah, I tried to tell you about no control But now I really don't know And then you told me how bad you had
Hate my family, hate my school Speed limits and the golden rule Hate people who aren't what they seem More than anything else, American dream American
I don't need to be a global citizen 'Cause I'm blessed by nationality I'm a member of a growing populace We enforce our popularity There are things that
All good soldiers crack like boulders The sun climbs up to a razor Violins, new boots and numbers on a chain All good soldiers All good soldiers Fall
everybody is talking about the girl who went and killed the delivery man, but she looks so kind and gentle, it just doesn't stand to reason, i saw her
?s on Valium so ineffectual, ain?t life a mystery I'm Tried tell you about no control But now I really don?t know And then you told me how bad you had
Somewhere high in the desert near a curtain of a blue St. Anne's skirts are billowing But down here in the city of the lime lights The fans of Santa Ana
I'm going for a walk Not the after dinner kind I'm gonna use my hands And I'm gonna use my mind And who the hell are you to tell me what to do? You can
Everybody is talking about the girl Who went and killed the delivery man But she looks so kind and gentle It just doesn't stand to reason I saw her right
What you do is what you are And wishing upon distant stars Won't improve the hole you're in And won't absolve your deepest sin But action is no gift
