Time in bondage, space in chains Cripple the dance of ageless in ballrooms of fame Time in bondage, Dark face sustain Lie rest to elders in coffins
You promote fear, perpetuating guns and power Does for(four?) years at the academy, make you a god? You?re just a pig, a pig to me But a scary pig
(Cover of The Animals) There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one
Yellow ribbons and gold teach and black lung and octane Fell asleep on sunbeams Woke up in a deep freeze Who needs direction, when you got rejection
On the street corner of my mind There?s an apostle playing a harp He says, ?On this soapbox, I?ve begun to find, there?s so much peace in my heart.?
God is the son of freedom In search for the panacea His only wage for this occupation Is a brooding self-hatred Evil is the son of the earth Buried
Property, property, property, the things I won are owning me Energy, energy, en-ergy, my greatest ideas are haunting me I know the leash is getting
100,000 sad songs stuck in my head Two clenching fist punching holes in my bed Never seen a black cloud move indoors It brought down a cold rain that
I am the prisoner I have been caught Creature of habit Patterns of thought My mind flight light and dark like a television tube Need now kids and
The flight of the phoenix has been grounded Tried to rise up but got pounded Shake up dust, move to the next town Nights spent channeling this desperate
They lie through their teeth Bear their hooks Explain mundane in twisted speech The mus-ings of crooks A trained army of carnies That misuse their
(Cover of Wire) I'm tired of being told what to think I'm tired of being told what to do I'm sick of fucking phonies I?m sick of you No, no, no
