Texty:
Bubblemath

Once we squatted, lost, on slaughtered lands Choking alone on the dusty, dead desert sands Then we learned we could all disobey And watch your regulations

All my senses stumble and sway as they tumble away I don't know where I'm going, what's worth knowing And all of my brain blows out through my nose when

It's a bright, fine day, but we're buried here alive against the tide Of our magazines and TV screens' electron spray And I can't believe we ever came

Family favorite, eight years old "Girl, do what you're told!" Sara sadly repeats her dreams Dad wants company, it seems Once more, his whispered warning

I've got a mission I've got a heart condition Still I'm gonna spread it I don't need an excuse Why should I bother? I wanna be a father I want all the

Pacing in front of your meek congregation Licking your lips in lofty oration You sharpen your claws, enforcing the laws And the lies of eternal salvation

Peeking through the window of the girl across the street Some slumber-party action down the hall Balancing, bent over, naked, on their hands and feet

Jack is just an average teenage boy Whose father always told him, as he'd smack poor Jack to scold him That a body is a tool, and not a toy "Never touch