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War CrimesThere's a war being wagedA war on the streetsIt's a war against violenceAnd a war against PeaceThe pen's mightier then the swordDropping policies from the skyBetter duck for coverIt's your ass they will buyGo Receive your order'sFrom the stockholders prideJust stay in the border'sYour bigest enemy is timeCities left to sufferagainst political strifeLabourer are forcedTo pay taxes with their livesTheres a war going onBetter to enlistIt's being fought with debateIt's being fought with clenched fistsA war against sanityA war against the freeFrom Public TVTo your theaters marqueeWill you let yourself be conquredOr will you revoultWill there be changeWe decide the result
Time outTime out, time outThere's no need to shoutIt's the rules that you doubtCome on then, no need to poutYou just have to deal with the cards you've been handedAnd let's be candid, your not going to be strandedPerhaps branded, or bandedBut it's you turn to be landedPut your cards on the lineIt's done all the time, so dont whineWalk past the grime as you climbUp to the primeIt's just a game, LifeYou havent lost yetThere's still rounds to go, combos to playEverythings justDon;t take it for face value,that guys got a full flushRelax thought, don't rushYou'll find out that aside from that he hasn't got muchWin, lose that's not the pointit's the ability to walk awayfrom this jointWith your head held highChin to the skySo what do you wager?Not suggesting bets majorJust a new game with a strangerSit down and make your wager
Road TripThink you've got it?Sit tightTime to wake upI'm driving tonightFaster and faster, speeding down the laneclose your thoughtsall they do is complainBuckle up, revelation comes quickLean into the curve, don't fight itneed to force it in gearI'm the driver, your the passengerYou've got nothing to fearRust is clogging the intake valveNot new ides or opinions can make it inEngines coated with oil of unusedWarm it up chummer, we're cutting it looseTires screeching on the blacktop of truthOn path driven on for far to longPassing the cars of peopleSubjected to eternal monotonyStuck to stay in one line, on lane, one mindSmoke them all at high speedsthen see how many give chaseAs they all crave the raceRelax in your seatThe drivers not you, it's meBut as we wheel round the turnAsk yourself, are you navigator or passenger?Able to lead or forced to followAs we speed past the clockslow pedestrians flock out of the wayJust to cross the same road another dayWe've got a
re-windYou look up one day and nothing's the sameThings cept moving and everything's changedYour in a new place, new time, a new versionBetter make sure you're the same person New light comes through a window A place different from yesterdays You look to remember where you are But you'll just be in a new place tomorrow Better move fast or be swept in the pastForget the memoreis, all amassedNothing's solid or going to lastFaces and people change all in a flash Old friends forgotten, good times all left in the dust Like abandoned cars, left to rust Always looking ahead , look to your next step It all flies bye with a lackluster gustChase away strings of yesterdayThere's no place for them todayYou can't go back, so close that chapterIt's better t
Dead BreadDeath, it's that thing you fear till your last breathSomething you don't understand yetPossibly the biggest threatBut is it as bad as you DreadTo be laid out cold and dead?It's not a big deal its where ever you treadThe wheat dies to make your breadIt's as productive as the needle to threadDeath is terrifying or so it's been saidBut when your stories overAnd your corpse gives off an odorAnd your stones getting olderYour just a name in the morticians folderSo you can sit in fearAs the end draws nearAnd ignore it with a sneerAs the bugs gnaw on your ear
SanityTwo boiled eggs and a rusted eyelashCelery says I need to wait a fewBlack winds cry at naked sock puppetsWhispers slink in onioned insultsA horse, A horse, a french baloon, and a gallon poison medicine.Heads burns to the electric eyes of I DON"T WANT ANY!Juhovas witness the cinnamon deeps with yellow yesmine mine mine mine mine mud and gakRadio blinks at the fly spinning cheeseRaah, rah, rah another round, for spittinwhiskey drops of blah blah blahBullhorns launch rigid bonesWeeeeee! Crash! Thunk.Hmm, nightmares can be quite delish