Maybe partying will help

Big scissors Stop Cut

Drove up from Pedro

With Napalm With marijuana

See the joy in their eyes

Across the ocean In a land they call Vietnam

The strong they learn to fight

Dedicated To fightin' toadies

Carry on the morals Carry on the cause

You know you're frightened Because it's your time

Some big thunder law forces me to eat shit

The ruins of a culture still left maimed

Tyranny is the real word Voices and opinions are never heard

On the back of a winged horse

How much pride does a dead soldier got?

He'd sing lame lyrics And try to reach the working man

Pass the doors like lines White lines on the freeway

Highest love, a woman's touch

In his joints, he feels life His strongest connection

Thousands of little folds

I know it's paradox With my dreams

The freedom of feeling the criminal

Are you hiding From something you don't know?

Remember the camps before you were born The mourn of the families

You'll learn the truth

I stand for language

Steal the cue Achieve succeed

Man made boundaries To conquer and conquer

Caught by a camera taken at shutter speed

Woke up screaming

All the things he couldn't have All the things he couldn't see Little man with a gun in his hand

I try to work and I keep thinkin' of World War III

In a condo In an air raid shelter In a photo booth The fascist pogo

Force fed Sifted

Hands in his pockets all the time Looking for another turn-on

Between the yelling and the sleep

The do, the how, the why, the where, the when, the what

I get that feeling Of a blind man in bed

You lie there naked I lie here naked

I read it In your face

With bits and pieces of a working thesis

Hey, ice machine

If I could I surely would

Spark of the instant Challenging the time

A man will hold his pride And keep it all inside

See the joy in their eyes

We must be schizo To buy the bullshit

We're making mistakes there once again

Stop like a roulette ball Reach for the door beyond

I put it in simple words