Tekster:
Fugazi Steady Diet Of Nothing

Justice brennan, Take out some insurance on me, baby baby. It's just the I'm busted and dripping, My sorry lungs are all leaking, It's all over, it's

The troops are quiet tonight, But it's not alright, because we know they're planning something. Don't you know things have settled down, down, down But

It's a long time coming, It's a long way down, It's long division, Crack and divide. This is a parting, Some separation, We lay in pieces, Cracked to

Lying on our backs, This is your parents' bed, A good place to be laid 'cos it's so neatly made. Staring at the ceiling, Vein to vein the lines look

working shoes. There's nothing living, there's nothing given, Weekender gives in, puts on his working suit. There's nothing waiting, there's nothing imminent, Nothing