Lyrics:
service and I'll thank you for support
Cause some superficial comments serve the giver even more
Seldom have we seen a war that justifies the means
So
debts
We fought in many wars that we ain't even start
Dog tags on the chain Uncle Sam play ya part
Not even gold medals could replace the heart
You ain’t even know what I got in store for ya
Sorry that I got your ass feeling some type of way
Sayin' all kinds of shit people gettin' shocked by
If
even describe, but know I'm right by your side
You're not in this alone, I'll have your back till I die
Just like you've always had mine, I can't
of fiction
Blinded by the vision
There is no distinction
Between my thoughts and reality
Listen
Even tho' I got a million dollar picture
I don't feel like I'm
Gone fishin' Instead of just a wishin'
Gone fishin'. . .see him snoozin' by a brook
Gone fishin'. . .didn't even bait his hook
There's his hound
Gone fishin' Instead of just a wishin'
Gone fishin'. . .see him snoozin' by a brook
Gone fishin'. . .didn't even bait his hook
There's his hound
many pictures of us two
Flashing and dancing now this voodoo
Just brought my sister's ghost to my room
Days go by now the toys here too
Telling me wicked
from the norms
And soon millions of folk
Records were being sold
By the early sixties, Dylan, Baez, Phil Ochs
Were doing intellectualized copies
will never end.
Left without a choice
By the fiscal elite
War is set in motion by higher powers.
A pissing contest for the unknown.
Left bankrupt
and she know I can't ignore it
Now we at war every body on our side
Protect pandora keep the spirit tree alive
Against all odds even if you have to die
emotions to the point of stagnancy
You can't crack a code that's never pad locked
Paralyzed by the way I analyze all my situations
Never even entered races
Yeah
Check it out
They were just
Mp3 files on his mp3
And just silly videos on MTV
Envying the talent made him plant these seeds
Even though everyone
I never don't float with the four winds
Sweat cold, piss warm, make war films
No doors on the forcefield, radio ahead
I log any palpitation
He's penniless, he's flying by the seat of his pants
Handsome, boy, does he know it
Peach fuzz, and he can't even grow it
I wanna take him far away
better than this Ay
Stepping on the clouds
Stepping on the clouds
I open up my eyes
Sitting by your side
Stepping on the clouds
Stepping on the clouds
Even
and foolish builders
Let us take heed
Heavy on my mind, bodies, bands, and bogus living
From it, I seek repentance, adulterated crimes, too many to even
for the rest
Stored treasure locked away in a chamber when he rests
Fall of an empire another one rise up
War builds monuments crumbled by infighting
the partition of God's religion
Become united by our bars and our common visions,
The "C" of Tranquility, what will it really be?
What does the future hold?
Revenge on the are-uh-rebound, war games
Droughts, out, shhh lost clientele but I will prevail
By sellin the broccoli dank instead of the crack cocaine
When I left my long-time darlin'
She was standing in the door
Well, my pa he died and left me, my brother got killed in the war
Well, my pa he died
down so bad
He was the strongest fighter the avenues had
Stabbed in the chest he went down swinging
Someone from some other part of town
No one even
When I left my long-time darlin'
She was standing in the door
Well, my pa he died and left me, my brother got killed in the war
Well, my pa he died
occurred at 3.30
No one was there to witness it
Even the breviaries had left their tapestries on the window
And we were all silenced
By the sad mildew
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