Standing On the edge of forever At the start of whatever Shouting love at the world Back then We were like cavemen But we mapped the moon and the stars
Down, down, let your crazy out Boys go crazy over you Grip like a New York window cleaner Just staring at you Youth don't leave me, hair stay on me God
Oh no, turning into cannibals and everything That she wants is made out of minerals I don't know what I done, she only speaks in subliminals The reception
Going through a world of sad debris, Regard quixoitic reveries of ownership: The blossoming disease of man called tenure and accretion, The ancient western
And progress is not intelligently planned It's the facade of our heritage The odor of our land They speak of progress In red, white and blue It's the
Sitting around, no work today Try pacing to keep awake Laying around, no school today Just drink until the clock Has circled all the way It's late afternoon
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Say yes to a real life ambition Say yes to our hopes and our plans Forget about your indecision Let's get the beast off our land A tree that can grow
Life takes root in the deepest, dark ground Where bones, blood and honor have been trampled down And beaten like ponies and driven to town When reason
I sat me down to write a simple story Which maybe in the end became a song In trying to find the words which might begin it I found these were the thoughts
If our world falls down tomorrow You be sure I'll be there with a net To catch the pieces falling And I was always there And I was always there I was
We used to walk those golden streets But where's the glitter gone? The times we knew, falling back into blue From this moment on We used to sail such
A bald treeis what I see not cause of fall but poison-clouds Rain drops are falling down from a poisoned sky Apocalypse has begun first the trees will
Watch it Watch it Watch it Go Always gotta be one step ahead You know where you're lying When you make your own bed You'll never end up in the red So
You go on ahead, honey You have a good time there You make me feel funny I'm no ordinary lover or friend I believe, we have things to do I believe in
Look to see where you've been from standing at the start again, Stand up backwards, that's a fact, who's gonna follow your attack, Try to keep what
Antiquated towards achievement blame liaison the souls of the workers would they not feel the burden of woes had the tyrannous not placed it there
I catch my breath and ready for the race to come No prizes call, the contest is my opium Since you can never be sure When they're keeping the score You