Anna Emilia Seewald nostalgiaaa :) Broken glass everywhere People pissin on the stairs, you know they just dont care I cant take the smell, cant take the noise Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice Rats in the front room, roaches in the back Junkies in the alley with the baseball bat I tried to get away but I couldnt get far Cause a man with a tow truck repossessed my car My brothers doin bad, stole my mothers TV Says she watches too much, its just not healthy All My Children in the daytime, Dallas at night Cant even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight The bill collectors, they ring my phone And scare my wife when Im not home Got a bum education, double-digit inflation Cant take the train to the job, theres a strike at the station Neon King Kong standin on my back Cant stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac A mid-range migraine, cancered membrane Sometimes I think Im goin insane I swear I might hijack a plane! My son said, Daddy, I dont wanna go to school Cause the teachers a jerk, he must think Im a fool And all the kids smoke reefer, I think itd be cheaper If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper Or dance to the beat, shuffle my feet Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps Cause its all about money, aint a damn thing funny You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey They pushed that girl in front of the train Took her to the doctor, sewed her arm on again Stabbed that man right in his heart Gave him a transplant for a brand new start I cant walk through the park cause its crazy after dark Keep my hand on my gun cause they got me on the run I feel like a outlaw, broke my last glass jaw Hear them say You want some more? Livin on a see-saw A child is born with no state of mind Blind to the ways of mankind God is smilin on you but hes frownin too Because only God knows what youll go through Youll grow in the ghetto livin second-rate And your eyes will sing a song called deep hate The places you play and where you stay Looks like one great big alleyway Youll admire all the number-book takers Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money-makers Drivin big cars, spendin twenties and tens And youll wanna grow up to be just like them, huh Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers Pickpocket peddlers, even panhandlers You say Im cool, huh, Im no fool But then you wind up droppin outta high school Now youre unemployed, all non-void Walkin round like youre Pretty Boy Floyd Turned stick-up kid, but look what you done did Got sent up for a eight-year bid Now your manhood is took and youre a Maytag Spend the next two years as a undercover fag Bein used and abused to serve like hell Til one day, you was found hung dead in the cell It was plain to see that your life was lost You was cold and your body swung back and forth But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song Of how you lived so fast and died so young so
Posted on: Sat, 06 Dec 2014 17:03:04 +0000
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