would you expect any less from the people at the for the beats, beats go with losing any war, taking lives in hands, stringing all the losers up. while the winners write the history defeated die poor more bereft of life than an old jackson pollack and alone, dead and disintegrating, before the hail of there is silence, the pow i can get this and i can see it all now it's not funny 'cause when you think you're on the you slip it must be this fucking dark winter weather, i torture myself too anyway it's when i'm feeling happy then i'm jealous of me you said you didn't like my voice so i kept my jaw well, say i hold out like a holden caulfield fat cass it was hip automatically too much i shook my head spa-spa-spazmatically
i erase the lines you mend, "i've done it before", i said, "i'll do it again" i erase the that you mend, "i've done it before", i said, "i'll do it again, do it again"
don't point thing at me unless you want to use it bark out abuses to the weakest at the back of the it's open season on the and the useless
but now staring out the t.v. with a smile on your face squint, think and squeeze you can see me and the whites of my eyes predicting armageddon all over the and we're sorry for all the mistakes we made but now even if you eat your own words you'd start a hunger strike easy to control us if you keep us all afraid kick sand up in my face like i'm a wheel guard on your bike the sicker the quicker, thicker, the fatter 'em all scatter but the kicker, it doesn't matter i've got my tongue in my cheek so far it me mute heaven is a joke and hell is a lie, pay attention son 'cause these are to live by now watch me in the teeth of the track like my mind was a steel toe boot
i the lines that you mend, "i've done it before", i said, "i'll do it again" i erase the lines that you mend, "i've it before", i said, "i'll do it again, do it again" point that thing at me unless you want to use it bark out to the weakest at the back of the line
it's season on the meek and the useless squint, think and when you can see me and the whites of my eyes the is all about consumption
and around and all the people in the street the is up for discussion they're pointing fingers and they're whispering "who is that man? he done for his homeland?" they all can see him, know where he's going he their hopes will fade without the strength of his hand he feels so damn obvious that he must be he is ready for his sneak attack, he's go do this shit and not look back "i have the for the questions y'all been asking me, i will you of the burden of your six figure apathy, i am the dynamite, i am the glue, i never underestimate the enemy what you do i underestimate the enemy that's what you do i never underestimate the that's what you do
don't point that thing at me you want to use it
it's open season it's good, good, good. don't point that thing at me unless you to use it
it's season on the meek and the useless bark out to the weakest at the back of the line squint, think and squeeze when you can see me and the of my eyes
out abuses to the weakest at the back of the line don't point that at me unless you want to use it it's open season on the and the useless squint, think and when you can see me and the whites of my eyes