old bread in kerosene He was blue as a robin's egg brown as a hog Stayin' out of circulation till the dogs get tire Stayin' out of circulation till the dogs
When you're stuck in a deep, self reflective mode Reach for 2 bottles of sorrow When you feel like your will to live will implode Reach for 2 bottles
[Chorus] I got to go back to the world Back to my girl Back to my family and kids Have to go and see my home again Don't want my life to end Before my
The handwriting was on the wall, but I refused to read it Our end always hung in the balance, apparent to both me and you But now you're looking for
I'm tired of American socialite culture God it makes me sick I've got so much fire burning down inside The time has come to face the truth and bring
Go out tonight, to get lit up Drink tonight, gonna drink tonight Fourty hours done, I've had enough Drink tonight, gonna drink tonight Don't care what
[Originally by Sham 69] I'm sitting in this cell for something I didn't do And all I can think of is baby I think of you Don't worry baby coming back
He had just turned nineteen yesterday Wanted to be a school teacher someday Came from a small and modest town Had never before traveled abroad He signed
Shame and anger in his mind They torture and this shit's unkind Everyone pointed and laughed Growing up this kid in school was everybody's hatred tool
Take your soapbox rants and your politics Stick them where the sun don't shine Won't solicit your advice You're on the red carpet Espousing your opinions
Working hard from day to day now, I get a check that barely lasts I'm just another no choice member in Uncle Sam's desperation class Finding it hard
All about control, that's the plan Hitting her makes you feel like a man It's a sick and twisted brutal game Won't stay silent to this abusive shame
Woke up this morning, wondered what planet I was on On the cover of a Rolling Stone was another dumb young blonde While the icons of our day all slowly
Seems to me you were snake-bitten from day one Absent somehow when they shot off the right from the wrong gun Always swimming in the deep end of your
girl, farewell cruel world Keep it coming, keep it coming, keep it coming, don't stop! They got straps to got Boston explodes A gang will roll Hummy hits the street
t forget Garvey and Hemey Park In defense of Dorchester A real community not idle zip codes In defense of Dorchester I forged a life on these streets
When I graduated high school College not my scene So I got a job at home for me Feeling good about my opportunity It's got benefits and decent pay...
As I'm walking down the street, I found the things that trouble me Are always easier to define when I have a clearer mind Always thinking of certain
