Riot ThoughtsAnarchy insideThe system within escapesPolitics; a jest
Courting CallHere we call no witnessbut the judge calls chaosHammer out the doorand the jury pleads guiltyJust to avoidbeing seen as a victimHere we lock up the used,the murdered and the trueVictimize the robbed, the violatedand those we forgotCold dark cellswhere we hide our victims awayLawyers in their own defensebecome perpetrators againThat way they are safeany prosecutor knows the gameWith evil freethey have work that needs pay
BirdsThe birds fall.t'wards the earthand the red in the birds.mix with the earthand their tiny little heartsbeating beneath my feetit's a strange feeling of defeatand I can't help but wonderwhere they would beif they were still aliveif they were flying free
Roll the DiceNewly repaved roadscovering my childhood tracksthe trees I used to climbhave been cut downall I used to beis gone and lostso I turn another sidejust like, the roll of a diceRoll the dicejust to seewho I'll beand all the serenityhas gone awayso roll the dicejust to feelwho I'll beSteady new constructionscovering my daily routinethe roads I use to takeare now not thereso now I redida third of methat's half the sidescount them, like on a diceRoll the dicejust to seewho I'll beand all the serenityhas gone awayso roll the dicejust to feelwho I'll be
On Waving FlagsWhere I liveWe have no patriotism,wave no flagsand if you doYou're a national socialistBut that's fine by meI'll let people have their clichéBelieve whatever they believeBecause I hate the king,the queen,and their wee princess tooStill we payed for her weddingand the honeymoon,luxury cruisingSo let me do tellWhere I liveWe have no patriotism,wave no flagsand burn none either
Salted SugarPhil me inand Oprah me upcause I don't careand that's about itIs it okey to live like this?To just float onand still fight the streamwith this dream of anarchythe inevitable hypocrisyof leaders with only their own interestwill be crushed by people forgottenwhom rose to armsat call of a visionlacking any tele-visingto the spirit of the radiowe'll fightsing and feeleven as we diewe win more than this nowI agreethe war just starteddollar, euro, pound and livesthey all burn up in the sunlike some simple entertainmentmillions spent on making paymentsto tax payersrunning out of leewayin this day and agemoney buys you healthand oil runs thicker than bloodin the veins of societyso raise in chorus and scream with mewe don't want your sympathyauthority, the lesser majoritylet's deviate from the set up norma live life like it's meant to befree of ruling from higher hallsto only our own accordit rings like some symphonic chordbeautiful and melancholicbitters
Classic FashionThey say classic,but mean old fashion,laid awaylike a rugged piece of clothingunwanted, beyond mending.A lament to the missing childrenof this burning centurySuch is life for the overratedpaying bills and getting wastedA normal life,so please don't haste itthe end comes,sooner, or later.
Circling RightsCircle, they never endgood or badLet's stop and pretendmake up a "happy ever..."and after what anyway?The pain?am I lame,to have resent the trainthat was on it's wayto somewhere betterBecause in paradisethere's no pursuitBrave new world,oh screwy you,I have my rightsand for unhappiness I stand!