They keep you doped with religion and sex and TV And you think you’re so clever and classless and free But you’re still fucking peasants as far as I can see
When I think back On all the crap I learned in high school It’s a wonder I can think at all
There’s a bailout coming but it’s not for me It’s for all those creeps watching tickers on TV There’s a bailout coming but it’s not for you It’s for all those creeps hiding what they do
There’s a place up ahead and I’m goin’ just as fast as my feet can fly Come away, come away if you’re goin’, leave the sinkin’ ship behind.
All our lives we sweat and save Building for a shallow grave Must be something else we say Somehow to defend this place
Holy the supernatural, extra-brilliant, intelligent kindness of the soul.
“Poetry is the art of asking the more beautiful question.”
“Find the unanswerable questions….and don’t answer them.”
“Home of the brave, land of the free, I don’t want to be mistreated by no bourgeoisie.”
I should have fought until I was the last man alive.