If a flag of truth were raised,
we could watch every liar rise to wave it...
I don't care if they eat me alive,
I've got better things to do then survive
Jumping is easy, falling is fun;
right up until you hit the sidewalk,
shivering and stunned
What bothers me is you believe what you're saying,What bothers me is you don't know how you feel
What scares me is while you're telling me stories, You actually believe that they are real
The man behind the counter looks like he's got a half a dozen places he'd rather be
And further more he looks like he's prepared to take it all out on me
I would like to perfect the art of being studiously aloof Life is just a boring chore, and I'm living proof
What if god is just an idea someone put in your head
The same rule always applies;
Smile pretty and watch your back
I got pulled over in west Texas so they could look inside my car He said 'are you an american citizen?'
I said yes sir, so far They made sure I wasn't smuggling anyone in from Mexico
Someone willing to settle for America 'cause there's nowhere else to go
They were digging a new foundation in Manhattan
And they discovered a slave cemetary there
May their souls rest easy now that lynching is frowned upon
We've moved on to the electric chair
Maybe I should put a bucket over my head
And a marshmallow in each ear
And stumble around for another dumb-numb week
For another hum-drum hit song to appear
Love is a piano dropped from a four story window
And you were in the wrong place at the wrong time
I know the guy she is talking about,
I have met him before, and I think;
What is this beautiful, beautiful woman settling for?
I see her features begin to blur
As she pours herself into the mold he made for her
And for everything he does she has a way to rationalize
She tells me he don't mean what he do
She tells me he called to apologize
It's just hard to travel in the shadow of regret, in fact it's so hard that I actually haven't left yet.
I didn't really notice when everything else disappeared, but as far as I'm concerned if it isn't her it isn't here.
They say goldfish have no memories, I guess their lives are much like mine.
I look up it looks like the buildings are burning, but it's just the sun setting in the windows, the solar system calling an end to another business day, eternally circling signaling the rythmic clicking on and off of computers, the pulse of the American machine.
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Put me down punk, wouldn't you prefer a maiden fair?  Isn't there a kitten stuck up a tree somewhere.
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