Home of the braves, land of the free, Where "freedom of choice" just means coke or Pepsi... But I'm not buying it. They say if you're not working You
Like a dull pain in my head Buried by my fantasies and Crowded by old memories I can't isolate the disease So it spreads Like a dull ache in my heart
Gotta find my place in this world Gotta find my place in this world I want to be more than just a face in the crowd I want to be proud of my time in this
Hey now I'm laughing at you 'cause you're stomping around, You want everyone to know that you're feeling down. Did you have a bad day? Did you have a
Bunk on your ears: sleep on the floor without covering Carry the Banner: walk the streets Day olds: stale bakery goods Fishing: stealing with a stick
Wow, look at you Your pathetic It's amusing It's depressing It's amazing Tell everyone What your not And they believe you They proceed to Emulate you
Now Now I want to see All the skyscrapers and the factories Crumble down to the ground and we'll go walk around And pick through the wreckage scattered
No one wants to hear his story ANother boring kid in town again Who stares at photograpghs Of far away friends Frustrated, he can't think clear His aspirations
I used to want you Now I want to make you nervous Now I want to make you hate Now I want to make you crazy So that we can still relate And we could get
I walk a crooked twisting path That seems to be landing nowhere I lead a loner's life Not what I meant to do I do what seemed to be the right thing at
I'm glad you taught your kids my name They scream it as they run away They say it's getting worse out there Let me welcome you to the climate of fear
Lippold wanted "To create a memorial Something large enough to walk through Like architecture, linear, in pure experience Otherwise nonfunctional" Like
They're so proud of this city's history Like an old war hero reveling in his faded glory But the present day, that's another story The old buildings they
I kicked the shelf at the junkpile, one big crash Sluggo's collection of broken glass I said, everytime I take my shoes off Someone's gotta come along
You screw him over before he can screw you Tell him you don't need him before he says he needs you You lead him on, stringing him along Then put the blame
I want to work to make ideas real Sometimes far-fetched but I still feel That we could try and maybe they Would just work out But you say no, don't even
Yeah, we say making changes starts by making changes in the little things you do "Revolution beging at home" Byr for most of us, it ends there too We'
I was sitting with a bloody head Outside of X In my proud boy dumbness At the Berkeley Square Half drunk, half sexed, Half conscious Lenny