(You ever watch CNN headline news for any length of time
It's the most depressing fucking thing you will ever do
War! Famine! Death! AIDs! Homeless! Recession! Depression!
Then you look out your windows-)
I don't wanna hear the politician telling me what he's got to sell
And I don't wanna hear some pious zealot
Telling me how we're all 'doomed to hell'
And I wish that I could boycott Walmart
But I know I don't have the cash
So, I always leave myself to bitching
And coating floors in cigarette ash
But, there's something in the air of these faded houses that we share
To fill with all our friends to chant and hold
And sing and drink and dance
And there's something in these red light rooms
That once held buckets, mops and brooms
That now we make our slogans in and clasp them on with safety pins
And I don't want some crook official telling me what he's got to say
And I don't want some fucking preacher
To tell me how we will rue the day
Because of our dissent. But, it's what we're known for
Instead of taking the streets, you'd rather occupy your floor
But, there's something in these nights
That leave us so filled up with spite
At knowing we will sleep again and these endeavors, soon will end
And less frequently come about. Exuberance, replaced by doubt
And then, at some point, we'll be gone
But lacking the time to ponder on
And I won't sell myself short
We always choose to
I've only got this bridge to burn
It's what we're used to
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