We walked along the barren beach,
I saw the trash but not the glass broken at my feet.
Cut myself once again, gotta stop count to ten, and relax.
Take a breath, breath in deep. Taste the smog, feel heat.
I gotta get out... of this place
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.
All the trash, broken glass, dirty air, no one cares,
Help me out 'cause I think I'm choking!
People choose what to do,
Sippin' booze, sniffin' glue!
Catch Your Breath!
While you still have a chance!
Self preservation's what it's all about.
Suffocation kills without a doubt.
It's a problem, people just can't stop
Wastin', trashin', usin' what we got.
We're next in line and you can bet,
When you grow old , put you in homes.
A slow and lonely death,
You won't forget the mess you left.
Another unpaid debt and now you're choking.
And now sometimes I tell myself
I'm just alive and I'll get by, without any help!
So I say why should I give a care about this world,
And the mess that we leave?
Well in a month or a year maybe I'll have some kids,
And they'll need to breath!
All the trash, broken glass, dirty air, no one cares,
Help me out 'cause I think I'm choking!
People choose what to do,
With the blues, sniffin' glue!
Catch Your Breath!
While you still have a chance.
Self preservation's what it's all about.
Suffocation kills without a doubt.
Artist: Misanthrope
Artist: Roy Buchanan
Artist: Camper Van Beethoven