Whos the enemyYoure gonna point your gun at G.I. Joe?Well your grandpa broke the strikesAnd your dad the civil rightsWhen they were 18 tooKent State you never had a clean slateI didnt see watts burn but I felt the embersPinkerton mobs National GuardChange the names but someone remembersI passed out flowers in the park (Loaded gun)Spent my money in the market (Loaded gun)Running rebels reading Marx (Loaded gun)How droll! Armalite-ballotTheres dollars in Bahrain (Loaded gun)But theres rust in the gas can (Loaded gun)Bombs for petrol!? (Loaded gun)No! Petrols for bombsTheyve got a file on you friendAnd its none of your businessCommunity policing paying dividendsEast Oakland is a no-goBut the liquor store is COINTELPROPeacekeeping mission in police warzoneWith a turbulent Dow JonesIf violence is a state monopolyThen think of us as antitrustI passed out flowers in the park (Loaded gun)Spent my money in the market (Loaded gun)Running rebels reading Marx (Loaded gun)How droll! Armalite-ballotThe CIA is in Oakland (Loaded gun)Rewriting the constitution (Loaded gun)Looking at a firebrand through the eyesOf a loaded gunI passed out flowers in the park (Loaded gun)Spent my money in the market (Loaded gun)Running rebels reading Marx (Loaded gun)How droll! Armalite-ballotThe CIA is in Oakland (Loaded gun)But theres rust in the gas can (Loaded gun)Looking at a firebrandLoaded gun

Its not your fault that for years Ive daydreamedIn tragedy and eulogyBut this is a declaration of friendshipAnd a document of my fearsAll of my words add up to nothingIts your broken heart that you have to live withI can no more convince you to stay aliveThan I could take the sadness from your eyes or a gun from your handAnd so if this is the last time that we part let us part wellGod knows Ive given you enough sermons over the yearsBut give me a reason why I should go it aloneWhen its partly your faultThat Ive come to depend on youAll my words are sharpened with sorrowBelieving youll be gone tomorrowIts the rattle and crawl of loneliness insideThat keeps me staying keeps me pleadingIts a sellout and a hollow deathBut its your life and choice to makeIm pointing fingers and calling you selfishBut realizing I am selfish tooThe graveyards are already littered with those that I loveAnd I dont want to lose anymoreAnd so if this is the last time that we part let us part wellGod knows Ive given you enough sermons over the yearsBut give me a reason why I should go it aloneWhen its partly your faultThat Ive come to depend on youAll my words are sharpened with sorrowBelieving youll be gone tomorrowIm just scared...I dont want to live without you

My lady left me my boss gives me no breakWhat I take home alone the landlord come and takeTake away the pain take away the tearsAnd weve had a past too long to stretch out so few yearsThese years have not been kind to youThese years have not been kind to meWhy do I work to buy me time toPick up the pieces...Working woman Ive been led astrayIm never gonna leave againOur hearts are one our heads are twoYour strong arms for me my strong arms for youThese years have not been kind to youThese years have not been kind to meWhy do I work to buy me time toPick up the pieces...Why do I work to buy me timeShe works for me toPick up the pieces...

Once I was born to be leavingOnce I was cruel to be kindBut lately Ive been dreamingOf things I left behindSnap shirts with stains on the collarsBooks full of words underlinedBlack boots I bought for a dollarThings I left behindDont try to change what the truth isTraces remain in my mindI hope you find some kind of usefor the things I left behindPosters of bands I once sang withLPs I scratched over timeWords that have dropped from my languagethings I left behindDont try to change what the truth isTraces remain in my mindI hope you find some kind of useFor the things I left behindSo choose what you want to rememberAnd try not to be too unkindMy life still burns in the embersOf the things I left behindDont try to change what the truth isTraces remain in my mindI hope you find some kind of useFor the things I left behindI hope you find some kind of proofIn the things I left behind

If I was a friend of mineI would surely be concernedId recommend I take some timeAway from meI think I need a holiday from myselfI need some time away from being meIm worried about my healthAnd I seem to be bad companyI need timeTo be careless with my mouthNot worry what I think aboutCos its all fineI need the dawnI never get to bed beforeI dont sleep naked anymoreAnd I cant lie inImagine I could take a package dealA SAGA tour of ancient RhodesA weekend break in GalashielsOr circumnavigate the globeI think I needTwo weeks in a caravanTo get away from who I amAnd where Ive beenSo book me upAn all expenses pleasure cruiseAway from thinking about youAll the timeIts a bad signI need to kick back in the sunI need to masquerade as someone elseI need to get myself some funI think I need a holiday from myself

Yeah there could be more but then think of the lossAnd the tears wrenched from you and ask yourself would you want itAlready theres too muchAnd everyday were overwhelmed by the worldBy that which we have surrounded ourselves withBy the enormity of the feelingsWe have for each otherSometimes these words escape meDrunk and overwhelmed with feelingRemember that quiet night when after walking for hoursWe came home and we talked till the day began anew outsideWe didnt see the sun or notice the changeBut our words kept flowingAnd our bodies collided again and againIts a simple joy to have youAnd to be surrounded by peopleI love todayAnd if you had told the desperate little boy that I wasThat I would be this luckyI would have laughed in your faceBut dont look contentOr laugh as if weve made itCause you know its all just gonna get fucked up againStill we have this momentAnd we might as well enjoyWhat little time we haveI know sometimes my words ring hollowBut I swear Ill still mean every word tomorrowSometimes these words escape meDrunk and resting in your arms for now

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Q: Whiskey Women and Blackguarding (Aint No Cure For a Broken Heart)

In the flatlands its uphill everywhere you goI can feel the fuckers in the hills looking down their nosesAt the blackman whiteman heading off to workHard knocks hard luck and hard livingThen the fog rolls in and we do it all againHard knocks hard luck and hard livingSee the kids in the streets learning how to hateLockdown cell block 3228You spend your sunny days on the brink of another disasterTry to run but you couldnt live any fasterLike Loverboy said we be working for the weekendSo the butchers go and cut it up in BrokelandWell-laid plans one night stands and fisticuffsWhiskey women and blackguardingMonday morning black eyed toiling weve clearly had enoughWhiskey women and blackguardingAdeline Adeline sweet AdelineBottle to the face cuts to the chaseLets paint this town fucking black and blueYou spend your sunny days on the brink of another disasterTry to run but you couldnt live any fasterYou spend your sunny days on the brink of another disasterWhiskey women blackguarding

Q: Can I call you a cab?

Ive been betterBut Im pretty sure that youve been better tooCan I take the piece of me that I dont likeAnd kill it with the same in you?Ive got your lettersAnd a box of crap mouldering in my houseI cant bring myself to deal with itBut I cant throw it outLets draw a line in the sandYou take the seaIll take the dry landIts your turn to crash and burnTo find out what I never had to learnIve been betterThe ghost of you still lingers in my headIt follows me back home when Ive been outAnd tries to get inside my bedIt steals my sweaterAnd spends all day hanging round my flatCant you see I want the mornings to myselfCan I call you a cab?Lets draw a line in the sandYou take the seaIll take the dry landIts your turn to crash and burnTo find out what I never had to learnYour turn to learnSomeday youre going to crash and burnIve been betterWhen I think of all the lies you spun for meAnd how you made the most of knowing thatI wanted to believeWhen you said foreverIm pretty sure you meant it at the timeBut looking back its more than likely thatYou were spinning me a lineWe built a house on the sandYou take the seaIll swim for dry landIts your turn to crash and burnTo find out what I never had to learnYour turn to learnSomeday youre going to crash and burnBurn burn burn burn burn

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