They're shifting the blame for the problems away from the people who made them. Pointing the figures and fingers at those who have already found the
I just ate and I heard the change rattle in your tin I point my eyes on distant blurred horizon me for charity Or coffee make the day go faster - faster
Had a friend he would spend all his time going mad You never heard more absurd, his new versions of 'crazy horses' Finger to the head, everybody said
Think back to a bar surrounded by craziness Unthinking drunken punk excess Lives exploding from the stress Of thoughts restrained by soberness Misconception
Picture a scene and pull it apart Who owns this field? Who drives that car? Who put up the sign saying this is mine Keep of the grass and keep in line
I been hating so much for far too long I can't think of anything happy for a song It's all been covered in critical spit Dredged out and analysed bit
[Break Into A Run] Why life appears to be a series of ups and downs? I'll never know And I've a feeling that if I find out then everything will turn
In a state of mutual desperation we declared our level of alienation. Any silent crowded situation it felt so full of concentration. Never looking in
The voice at the box had finally lost Years of frustration in a drunk night of passion And declared in confession To the nearest professional Guilt control
Selling by number. Hi-tech illusion. Look to a future, and keep it clean. 2000 and One. End of the century. Figuring out the advertising schemes for
Comfort? Sofa chair pacifying words A touch on the shoulder to tell me that you'd heard Understanding to attention just in case you heard it wrong A
As the Charity Department at the Treasury Dispenses licenses so you can do one too The Ethiopians are running out of weaponry So their leaders stock
Queuing up for leaflets 'How to Get Ahead.' Well, one man grumbles next to me, "That's the one I never read, but no one tells me what I need so it doesn
Please don't let me see So many problems and disharmony Without knowing the reason Without knowing the facts And knowing that knowing can be hard to
Your poison is my antidote What keeps you down keeps me afloat Perceiving, as you believe in it That media shapes were never meant to fit The holes you
Silence Considering musical violence As the airwaves break those anytime pauses Quiet reflection on the nature of noises Disturbing suburban platitudes
Chili Pain! The heat is hot like desert rain Floods of fire as I perspire All sensation feeds the flame "Did it before... Do it again!" Something transmits
Here in the criminal justice act It says it's illegal to even react By marching against the sudden new lack Of freedom of movement, assembly, and that