a middle class mom crouches on the hill eyes behind binoculars she sits so still spots a boy going under the freeway whispers in her radio going for
baaaah, mooooo, cluck, snort, etc.
you tell me of a place where everybody knew their neighbors all the families helped each other and no one ever locked their doors you tell me no one
we've been hiding out forever waiting to release all our energy that's still inside it's time to get it out get it out of me something new i want to
long long time ago before the wind before the snow lived an old and aging man who lost his friend he carried by his side all the things he had in life
looking in the mirror what's left to see fragments of life all the pieces are broken the skyways open to conquer the moon i'm going to get there just
they tell you there were better days you can't remember through the haze this is the only life you've ever known they sigh and talk about fist fights