fred's got slacks
flatliners, the
destroy positions of power and what stands between you and the final stretch
where you find out what happens in the end
man on the corner preaching
screaming the devil is coming!
and the earth will plummet to the ground again
i hope to death that no one knows and they don't find a way
then run away through the trenches and the streets
i've got a feeling that today is not my day
the facts have been stated
too heavy for a freak like me
hit the brick running with the rhythm in your feet
and all your feelings in a fist
it's too much to resist when you're only 16
waiting for the weekend train to come
6 strings to the wind and i'm gone
head on collision with the barrel of our social forms gun
when the shells hit the ground
the fires ignited and the flames have gotten the best of me
let's hit the streets and show 'em what we mean
we've got the heart and mind to mix in with the gasoline
hopping along the border of whats rude and whats insane
it's the same as everyday
still haven't found the answers to the questions i've been asking
and nothing strikes resemblance to the memory i remember
didn't they seem so long ago?
free to go wherever we wanted
end of the line and we're really wasting time
end of the like and there's no one left behind us
hit the cobblestone road there's precision in the distance
who gives a fuck if he's a metro-sexual?
cause you're a hetero-molestico
there's malice in the words that first seemed oh so comfortable
finding a new way can be devastating to some
you're not the one toting a gun
you wipe your ass like everybody does
the fires ignited and the flames have gotten the best of me
let's hit the streets and show 'em what we mean
we've got the heart and mind to mix in with the gasoline
the fires ignited and the flames have gotten the best of me
let's hit the streets and show 'em what we mean
we've got the heart and mind to mix in with the gasoline