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The Feet Are Clean
Rip the strings shred my nails for deep release. Blood on my hands but there is none on my feet. Just cant cant cant cant cant control. Fuck your rebel bullshit now you're on the wall. Rock rock rock rock rock no soul rock and roll say your prayers now you're on death row. Behind my mic I saw it right. Before electrocution burned those words in my mind. Write a thousand words with them I'll burn your walls. Write a thousand words with them I'll kill rock and roll. Flow the veins of rock and roll finally the arsenic has reached it's skull. Walk the line pay the price its all fine. But your false sincerity your guise it shines. Hide behind your walls of plastic. the effects of this generation will be everlasting. Write a thousand words with them I'll burn your walls. Write a thousand words with them I'll kill rock and roll.
Light the flare
Open your eyes light the flare. The words of their people aren't just lost in the glare. Put aside the words of your schoolteachers. The lessons just help to render you speechless. The whisper of their feet on the sand proves that there is no us and them just their genocide its exposed we fail to stop it before it explodes. You watch it. see it fly by, don't you realize it's a crime? See it fly by you're out of time. Out in the dusk she waits while they remove her name and face. Her death sentence written in foreign relations time wasted through our motherfucking complacence. A thousand sun rays are in her eyes, she can see the bodies staring up at the sky. She burns, it's our turn to stop drop barriers change and learn. You watch it. see it fly by, don't you realize it's a crime? See it fly by you're out of time.
Cross
We are alright. We've got no paths to cross. But to try, try to find, try to find something I've lost. I'm gone. So far away. When I wake up , I think I'll hide. Alone, so alone. My eyes are closed, but so wide. Tell me wont you tell me wont you tell me come on. Alright.
Waltz
In the dark, she holds scars. Remnants of her nights spent in the dark. She spent them bleeding and screaming. Seeking attention, seeming. Like she cared. Sick story why not complain. She asked for sympathy by causing pain. She was a liar and a fake. She asked for sympathy by causing pain. She looks around, she sees red. She can't see now. She's dead. Sick story why not complain. She asked for sympathy by causing pain. She was a liar and a fake. She asked for sympathy by causing pain.
Number Fifteen
Your age old family values are gonna burn. Burn, yes, burn, Feeling mine can not be yours. Some things only mean the same when they do not come in years. And it's just a matter of taste. Like red and white wine until one's aged. I guess you believe in falling into place. Well mom and dad I guess you chose my place. Because is seems support is only defined your way. Because all through this life I've felt like I've just been another child. And all throughout my mind I feel I've been around for too long a while. And these values are getting old. And now in my anger they will burn. How many years before I can define the value of one year of life? Burn, yes, Burn.
Metric Conversions
The lock explodes but it leaves no hole. Just a scar in the wall where my conscience used to hide where my conscience spewed its lies. Stand behind the door peak through the crack. Leaving only the scars to last. Stand behind the door and interrupt the class. Wake up to confusion, and I crash. Like metric conversions in my mind. I'm guilty but I can't get over my crimes. But there will come a time when the words the teacher taught are tried. Like a hole in the dictionary, there's no word fitting for me. Like those who work like machines but are always running out of steam. Can't hide my weariness behind the words I scream plus the words I write are too hard to read. And the pen I use has got a leak. Leaving bigger blotches than the lies I speak. Like metric conversions in my mind. I'm guilty but I can't get over my crimes. But there will come a time when the words the teacher taught are tried. Convert, and multiply.
Greenpoint Song
Why are you so sad girl? I've been away for so long. Back to the homeland, I've seen so much wrong. The beacon called me from afar, across a wine dark trembling sea. I've been yearnin' for so long, of getting back to thee. In the land of too many lights, I just had to run astray, unlike everybody else, I sure wasn't happy.
High Rises
Shadows, also block the sun. All of our light is gone. How are we supposed to see the world that's not on TV? Get out, Stand Up, we don't want the high rise. What are we supposed to do, forty story high rises block our view. How are we supposed to see the world that's not on TV? Get out, Stand Up, we don't want the high rise.
Stepping Stone
(Lyrics by the Monkees)
I'm not your stepping stone. Try to make your mark on society, you're using all the tricks that you used on me. Reading all your high fashion magazines. The clothes you're wearin girl, they're causin public scenes. I'm not your stepping stone. I remember you girl, you had no shoes, well now you're walking round like you're front page news. Being real careful bout the friends you choose. Won't find me in your book of who's who. I'm not your stepping stone.