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Intro
well, im afraid that the circles ive been drinking myself
arent big enough for the vowels that i try to fit inside of them.
when i was young, i drank too much,
and id be lying if i said i didnt feel so goddamn young tonight;
maybe too young to ask whats on my mind.
like: if freedom means doing what you want (well),
dont you gotta want something?
and wont you tell me that we want something more than just more beer?
and my friends, if that aint true, wont you lie to me tonight?
well, ive been listening to minor threat records all day,
and shit if i do not know every word.
i sing along as i tie off.
and ian screams hes out of step as i throw the cotton into the spoon, draw up into
the syringe.
ill know just what he means until i hit a vein.
but after that i wont have to bother with knowing who i am, for a while at least.
in a moment the whole world is gonna melt around me,
and ill swear i dont miss it as a i lie to you tonight.
because im afraid to look the world in the eye.
if nothings gonna change, well, then id rather die.
and im too unemployed to organize a union;
im too intoxicated to tear down a building.
im too hopeless to look for a solution;
im afraid that if i found one,
id be out of excuses for the way i waste away
in the gutters that i chose like fashion accessories to go with my dirty clothes.
i havent bathed in months, but you know its not because ive been fighting bourgeois morals:
im just lazy and im young.
ive seen the best minds of my generation dying drunk or high from the rooftops to the
parking lots,
stomped to death in west philadelphian squats.
theyve got me waiting on a day when we can say fuck the police! with a little bit of integrity,
when it will mean: ive got your back if youve got mine!
give me a scene where i believe in more than bad hair cuts, guilt, and misery.
i dont know where i fit between the vegans and the nihilists.
that might be the first thing ive said that wasnt a lie tonight.
because theres gotta be something more than lying in the front yard, naked, screaming
at the constellations.
i want something more than an apology to say when i look the world in the eye.
ill tell you, man, my friend william came to me with a message of hope.
it went: fuck you and everything that you think you know.
if you dont step outside the things that you believe theyre gonna kill you.
he said: no ones gonna stop you from dying young, and miserable, and right,
but if you want something better, you gotta put that shit aside.
i thought about how for thousands of years there have been people who told us that
things cant go on like this:
from jesus chris to the diggers,
from malthus to zerzan,
from karl marx to huey newton,
but the shit goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on x 3? (first time
short, second time strum, end on C)
now, im not saying that we cant change the world,
because everybody does at least a little bit of that.
but i wont shit myself: the way im living is a temper tantrum
and i need something else, need something else, need something else to stay alive.
jam
(ohohoh.)
and on the night that i play my last show, ill be singing so loud that my heart explodes.
and ill be singing, and ill be singing: we are free!
oh, but wont you promise me that we wont ever forget what the means?
i know its hard to give a shit sometimes, but promise me well always try.
because i dont wanna hate you, and i dont wanna hate me,
and i dont wanna have to hate everything anymore.
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