Two pounds of steel seated into his palm four tons of steel seated under his balls speeding tickets stuff his dash and box tires loud and bald like
They showed no interest in us They painted our faces with mute They neglected building trust There's no money in fucked up youth AND WHEN WE GO
I walk through the alley in the shadow of shops Corporate interest protected by cops I pray, God bring death to us Please bring death to us My
All i hear is what you did all you do it TEAR me down i can't think when you're around i can't think when you're around i got no future don't wanna
HE'S A BIG OLD MAN WITH AN ANUS FOR A MOUTH AND IF YOU EVER SEE HIM, DON'T LET HIM INTO YOUR HOUSE HE'LL FLICK SHIT AT YOUR KIDS AND PLANT SNAKES IN
The brightest things mean nothing to me hard to find decency, hard to find frequency cut the lights don't fucking touch my blaster we're born into
100,000 sad songs stuck in my head Two clenching fist punching holes in my bed Never seen a black cloud move indoors It brought down a cold rain that
The crack between the bookcase and the wall was the darkest line in the room Until she cracks open her mouth, orates a vile epitaph to a nuclear scorched
I am the prisoner I have been caught Creature of habit Patterns of thought My mind flight light and dark like a television tube Need now kids and
The energy you're requiring i just don't got iv'e been coming unplugged i got one foot in the grave the battles imposed i surely fought but my mind
The flight of the phoenix has been grounded Tried to rise up but got pounded Shake up dust, move to the next town Nights spent channeling this desperate
We learned so much since 77 a new generation sought to change the world then we sold it to the mall for 19.95 now 1984 comes in 2009 DECAYED DECADE
They lie through their teeth Bear their hooks Explain mundane in twisted speech The mus-ings of crooks A trained army of carnies That misuse their
Sunken slum on a city street drunken bum, bugs beard bloody feet lifes blood no collar work to eat into the heat flee creep and cheat amerika hands
(Cover of Wire) I'm tired of being told what to think I'm tired of being told what to do I'm sick of fucking phonies I?m sick of you No, no, no