" But the war itself is bad enough It can break you down no matter how tough But the tragedy of hoopla stuff It makes you think you can't do enough for
the land Killing for religion Something I don't understand Fools like me, who cross the sea And come to foreign lands Ask the sheep, for their beliefs
the rainy weather The seats they ain't customized They made by Ricarro A ruby red CF5 I'll cop by tomorrow [Baby] For catching me on the interstate drunk Running the law
Break, break, break, break, break something We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs Break, break, break, break, break something Aiyo, smoke something, choke something
me by that loops of my pants Got me on the curb lettin' tha traffic pass me by No questions I said nothing lookin' for tha mutant to be buckin' Tha law
they had this really great idea When we hit town These parks were prime real estate, you see And if we could keep them nice-looking We could charge more rent for
dead To the dead With your halo slipping down Your halo slipping Your halo slipping down Your halo slipping down Your halo slipping down [repeated] Your halo slipping down
up for Mama She'll get hot for you When they pass that basket Folk contribute to You put in for Mama She'll put out for you The folks atop the ladder
Every cynical put-down Every song is carefully born From a hope of something better to come All jumbled-up Love and hate and love Each prompted by the other For
cynical put-down Every song is carefully born From a hope of something better to come All jumbled-up Love and hate and love Each prompted by the other: For
're my family When I was lonely, something told me where I could always be Where I could wish for pennies, if we had any You'd meet me down at the shooting
're counting on your silence broken down by the weight of the climate they create psychological violence and it's all for one and none for us just pretend
I see you looking for a miracle I see you wishin on a star You take away your pain You try to self (?) Looking for something you can never find, never
looking for so long Where you going to find it? Been thinking for so long Where's it going to be for me? And you won't find it Even if you look
I said, "Is this all there is, Just the letter of the law?" Something's wrong. I went to see my brother On the 32nd floor Of a building down on Wall Street
hallow's eve Memory lapses, fallin' to my knees No chance to think a thought About who I wanna be Leavin' it to Bones or R.O.C. Creep down the street, feedin' for
a slash That yella whiskey runnin' down my throat Like honey dew vine water And I took another slash Took another'n an another'n an another'n For you knew I'd downed
for hour on hour with head inclined and eyes half-closed, as if beneath the deep and sullen silence a sound exists for which he listens