I'm on the whiskey flying, and I'll run by night. I'm on the whiskey running, and I'll run by night. I'm on the winter cycle, shut my eyes to the bite.
Well I told you about the forest and trees and the chlorophyll green. Yes I told you the birds will endure flutter wings dance on leaves. Hold onto dreams, hold onto dreams tonight.
The rich get richer, the poor get the picture. The bombs never hit you when you're down so low. Some got pollution, some revolution. There must be some solution but I just don't know.
I don't want to run I don't want to stay. 'Cause everything that's near and dear is old and in the way. Emergency has gone, apathy rolling on. Time to take a stand.