old bread in kerosene He was blue as a robin's egg brown as a hog Stayin' out of circulation till the dogs get tire Stayin' out of circulation till the dogs
[Chorus] I got to go back to the world Back to my girl Back to my family and kids Have to go and see my home again Don't want my life to end Before my
When you're stuck in a deep, self reflective mode Reach for 2 bottles of sorrow When you feel like your will to live will implode Reach for 2 bottles
[Originally by Sham 69] I'm sitting in this cell for something I didn't do And all I can think of is baby I think of you Don't worry baby coming back
Morality patrol First amendment she's coming down First amendment she's coming down First amendment she's coming down First amendment she's coming
Woke up this morning, wondered what planet I was on On the cover of a Rolling Stone was another dumb young blonde While the icons of our day all slowly
Sha-La-La Sha-La-La Shine on me Sha-La-La Sha-La-La Shine on me She shuffles her feet In that kitchen retreat Victorian respite Irish streets of gold
Working hard from day to day now, I get a check that barely lasts I'm just another no choice member in Uncle Sam's desperation class Finding it hard
I'm tired of American socialite culture God it makes me sick I've got so much fire burning down inside The time has come to face the truth and bring
Shame and anger in his mind They torture and this shit's unkind Everyone pointed and laughed Growing up this kid in school was everybody's hatred tool
Take your soapbox rants and your politics Stick them where the sun don't shine Won't solicit your advice You're on the red carpet Espousing your opinions
He had just turned nineteen yesterday Wanted to be a school teacher someday Came from a small and modest town Had never before traveled abroad He
Remember those five dollar days Armed with a paintbrush And how he's soldiered on With hard work and full coffee cups You inspired me with your tenacity
Taken to skid row Apocalyptic downtown Wandered from Foley's pub to this Somebody gather me I need a rescue mission Push me out of harm's way and into
Verse: All of my life I have searched for clarity I have wrestled with some paths very deep inside of me I lost some rounds, been knocked around Felt
All about control, that's the plan Hitting her makes you feel like a man It's a sick and twisted brutal game Won't stay silent to this abusive shame Can
forget Garvey and Hemey Park In defense of Dorchester A real community not idle zip codes In defense of Dorchester I forged a life on these streets
Into the valley, betrothed and divine Realization's no virtue but who can define Why soldiers go marching those masses a line? This disease is catching
