The hit and run was an utter success
and we only gained in the speed of excess.
We drank till our eyes fell out
and we used each other for a handful of clout.
We spun on wheels of rubber and steel
and we all came to know the quality of the deal.
We all knew some better place, a way of living
and contributing to the scene and learning giving.
Showing people love by supporting their cause
not some grubby cellar door with it's bloody paws.
Not some over zealous concert promoter...
Just someone like us a regular non voter...
See we all know it's all for a better cause..
since it seems in a way or another we all break laws.
So why don't we all get together and dance till dawn
or maybe go throw a bonfire out on the White house lawn.
Hey, freedom might only be in your mind
but at least to yourself, try to be kind.
For your only worth as much as you can carry
and maybe you'll die alone or maybe you'll marry.
Who knows what path you might take in this forest
but at least when you sing, try to know the chorus.
We all live in a fucked up place,
where a brother can't look at his fathers face.
A life stuck with hardship leaves only rain.
So please God come and wash away the pain.

06/20/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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