Jogging around, my music's turned loud
I'll have a good race, to myself I vowed...
What do you do when you have nothing left?
when your heart has all turned to stone...
The crisp wind leaves me breathless
And kisses my cheeks with it's telling lips...
Hunger first
isn't real...
Empty eyes
dead and hopeless...
Hey Mr. bush:
is a quart of blood worth a quart of oil...
America is one big joke
A joke that’s not too funny...
And time, what a funny thing indeed, we find that when it's over, it's the only thing we need |
If people wanted peace as much as they wanted a new tv, then there'd be peace |