You're so cold Trapped inside Your private hell a slave to need I don't know What it's like To be most likely to succeed Only your boyfriend uses you
Mother makes a bath and smiles while she watches her five children drown without a sound Love in sickness and in health her tearful husband pleas in
my schools Every teacher knew my name on the first day of class I learned the paddle hung on the office wall was not symbolic At ten voted president but
Russell's new uptight trust-fund princess reigns Stares down her coke-burned nose and sets new rules Forbids his listening to punk rock music Tried to
You heard of Rachel Coorie? The press won't tell her story Caught between a house and bulldozer She found out that Israel Hates gardens and it will kill
She looks like the type of girl who could ride a dirt bike She looks like the type of girl who'd go wherever I like We could talk about Freud and motorcycle
So the walls are closing in to sufficate you Like you're trapped and flailing blindly in a garbage bag You're sinking in a tar pit like a saber tooth
I was the kid with the backpack full of revolution Listing the crimes like genocide, slavery and mass polution With footnotes and documentation So I
With you by my side I feel intoxicated. Your perfume invades my senses. Each breath, like inhaling gas fumes, asphyxiates the inner voice that begs me
I took this job cuz it was my dream and I work hard for it You congratulated me for not settling for a lesser life And you followed dreams of your own
Watching old home movies, the seeds so evident Little did I know back then what my tapping fingers meant A compulsive urge to hum a tune, to touch a
Yeah I thought that we were A team that we both would fight for A common goal a common dream Holding out as I sacrifice more So confused when you pound