Into corduroys or jeans,. chinos or capris. Sweater vest no sleeves,. oxford underneath. Or whatever you think. I mean whatever's gonna make you want me.
I want to pledge allegiance to the country where I live. I don't want to be ashamed to be American. But opportunity, no it don't exist. It's the opiate of the populace.
are you listening?. hear the money talk. said the screeching hawks. to the hand of god. . when the colours change. hear the teachers say. no ones safe.
What you learned? What you read in their books?. All they offered, what you saw. When they told you to look?. A final offer. . Well, today we are giving birth to a new future.
They say its murder on your folk career. to make a rock record with the disappeared. we'll let the police helicopters pull stereos out of the lake. . there is not an image that I must defend..
Well traffic is kind of bad. they're widening easy. street to fit more suvs. they're planting baby trees. to grow to shady peaks. . a little shelter from the sun.
And so we dress to kid ourselves. Into thinking that we have nothing left. Why can't we just shut up and breathe in the moment?. Then we undress and please ourselves.