I'm the mouse, You're the house Snipe a bite of some eats Suck the bloodsucker dry Put the LICE in the poLICE gotta starve the FAT CAT Every dog has
My candy shop's a factory Left in the woods to die Beneath this settled dust A fertile field of treasure lies We, the scavengers, are huntin' For the
boys. See you in hell boys. Hey! Like an angel who'd been dancing with some devils. I'm a bad girl with a hope for better day. My laughter is spiced with mischief
Peasant pick a prophet A dozen dimes a downfall The marble floors are crackin' Like the plaster on the walls Paper-thin foundation Gambler let it ride
Love, love and rage Soon be the day They sang as they swayed in the pews Sang with love, love and rage Soon be the day as they joined up to pray Think
Thanks Bastards! Thank you Mr. Officer Grey (great?) for all the things you said to me, for all the good that you have ever done. Will you, what would
Forgive me master if I hear No rhyme in your glory old As it was sung in the days of your Now we sing our own You see I got this dream Of turning grey
All that?s between us and the sky Fire glass and dusty blinds So I scrawled your name, then mine Just to see them side by side Your boss is pulling out
Come neighbor, get ready to dance for your bread My son, I was once where you stand There's a beast with insatiable hunger It's minions need crafters
Well, a cop got away With murder today Sparked the march Of the fiery brigade How they screamed at the lenses, the lawyers and lights And they hurled
for slumber But mischief, joy and might So our weapons seem not much to show But they don't kill, they only help us grow No, they don't kill We've got our weapons, we brew
Listens to the fifens, they're marchin through the square, stencil flags of insurrection dancin' through the air. Read the rants of a Thomas Paine, of
(My mother said I never should Play with the gypsies in the wood If I did She;d surely say Naughty lad to disobey) Lay the sleepy children down Battered
machinery mill us forever will rule us until we find out how you're wired god's no longer read through the hands of the dead, its safe now to question
me When I run into my old friends still drinkin' from that cup I never stay too long as I've been tempted I say you know drink the devils brew, you
Got a little club house pull the flags out of the sand lets point our fingers and hold our hands did you hear on the screen bout pollution in the river
All across every land every soul every hand from the clerk to the crook from the pawn to the rook trace the path route to route scrape the muck from the