The industry's out of touch The means of production are now in the hands of the workers But I still want to be guided by your expert hands Oh, lay your
There was a resolution pending On the United Nations floor In reference to the question What's a peace keeping force for? Who believed it would be solved
Well, didn't you look sharp with your boots When you met me on the path? Oh From two tone to Downtown Beirut But only halfway back, oh Stealing bits
Oh, temple darling You have made my life so neat But a dirty old death Still waits in the bridle suite And oh, oh, I can't see around that bend Whoa,
Woke up today, got on my way Heard someone say Oh, we're living in the last days And being alone, I naturally thought of you There's torture and rain
A white face in a white crowd The day, it starts and it gets harder just to stand out Someone, everyone organically can hang with Or someone cynically
When the cafe doors exploded, I reacted too Reacted to you Cast into that sunny morning, I was coming too But now I'm coming to, I'm coming to Papers
Anxious mofo, my twin, my friend Election time again, I wish that I was dead Some conversation, if you're well read To calm the storm of shit that's raging
Well, we all got a job to do And we all hate God But we all got a job to do We're gonna do it together We're gonna do it together We are born of despair
I know I've been distant But I feel the change coming on I know I've been resistant But I feel the change, way too strong You've fought all their wars
was my brain? Modern agriculture gave me a thrill Until I saw the things it brutally killed The modern architecture gave me a kick Until I lived among the brutalist bricks
Oh, the dream I have suffered Augured fear upon the water Vessels tall with small men inside Coming near against the ebb tide I can talk to fox like