Philadelphia / Seventy-Eight Shut down M.O.V.E. / By police state Forty-five police storm Powellton Village Government sanctioned rape and pillage Friendly
a lie i once heard "we're innocent til proven guilty" - but the the truth is absurd we're poor until proven rich and the scales of justice are fixed by
Atheism, Satanism, Autonomy, It's all the fuckin' same, Those straight-edge christ-core motherfuckers, They don't know shit, Their just looking for
You sit down on your brother's bed And drink a beer and breathe the air He'll punch you as you're rolling past The junkyard that is full of ash Making
Where have all the blue skies gone And to the east a toxic dawn Poison is the wind that blows Who inhales it no one knows Why does so much feel like
Shoot the kids at school, All in a bloody pool, I'll show the teachers too, ''cause they can't tell me what to do, Getting B's and C's Saying "thanks
white & blue & bloody red stars and stripes for the mis-lead convenince stores with neon lights where burger kings rule tainted nights stop the insanity
it aint a mystery that US history was built upon the graves of native ways and beaten slaves yeah, we're all free and brave until we misbehave and there
So you wanna be a cop, so you wanna be on the top? Arresting and shooting all the kids on the block Incarcerate the youth of the next generation And you
Soon I'll be dead, I'll lay in my bed I've made in my years, I won't shed a tear We're all guilty anyways The dumb games we all play All tarnished
Crawling through the path, trying to win this wrath I can see things unreal here trying to find a real sense to my life all I see in front of me is black
(Melanie Safka) What do you do when the people go home And what do you do when the show is all done I know what I'll do in the alone of my time But what
Baby, hold on, I'm comin' home to you You know it's been so long Since we danced by the light of the moon Oh, I just can't wait to see you smilin' again
I got some time I guess I?ll just settle on in for the ride Clearin? my mind Reachin? out through the inside Haulin? into a new town Just another stop
Your havin a midlife crisis tying to get where I've been Well if you want 'em that bad Ms.V You can have 'em So when you see me comin You better back
I?m hot enough to melt some gold you?re cooling down you just made a mountain of snow you?re curled up body heat I?m driving home on an icy street its
Looks like I've done what I can Tried to give my last breath It was all that I had So I ruled with my pen Try to call you my friend Becoming more what