Jeff Buckley
(Songs to No One 1991-2)
You
got your 24 swastika tattoo yesterday
[inaudible]
You got your 24 karat gold pierced earring in
your nose.
Twenty-four years and you still don't know
which way the wind blows.
You
got no...you got no
You
know when [inaudible] disease [inaudible] violence
[inaudible] wish away your parents.
You got yourself a girl with the face and the
voice of a whore.
You don't want a phone.
But, you don't know what you kill yourself for
anymore.
You
got no...you got no...you got no...you got no
You're
no soul rebel if you rip on your skin
You're no soul rebel with your boot in your
shin
You no soul rebel, it's your own chance to
fight
You're just the same as those fat old bastards
you hate with no soul.
You
call yourself a rebel but you call that man a nigger like they do
You call yourself a rebel but a woman
[inaudible] like they do
You call yourself a rebel but you don't talk,
act, walk and piss like they do
You got no room, no soul, no out, no phone
So whadya got? A God to pray to?
You
got no...you got no...you got no
You're
no soul rebel if you spit on your sister
You're no soul rebel with your boot on your
shin
You no soul rebel, it's your last chance to
fight
You're just the same as those fat old bastards
you hate with no
You
call yourself a rebel but you call a man a nigger like they do
You call yourself a rebel but you put your
woman down like they do
You call yourself a rebel but you rape, scheme
and lie like they do
You got no woman, no song, no drone
So what have you got, a God to pray to?
You
got no...you got no...you got no...you got no
You're
no soul rebel if you rip on your skin
You're no soul rebel with your boot in your
shin
You no soul rebel, it's your own chance to
fight
You're just the same as those fat old bastards
you hate with no
You
got no...you got no...you got no