Spill the beans that make me sing

My examination Parts A to B

One big lounge scene One big lounge scene One big lounge scene One big lounge scene

Fear of death is so close Crimes on our heads

No pain No remorse Emptiness just a matter of course

Reach for the door beyond

Turn handle Puppet

They all kneel to the party elite

The one of the many The flame child

In desperation I need it In time I lose it

Make the effort Hey it's worth the effort Sure it's worth the effort

View the observer's plagiarizing hands

They steal from the innocent

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

Young men dying is all it would cost

Psychological methods to sell should be destroyed

Our minds and lips Shut up

Logic And substance Has all been collected In a model

But it felt like handcuffs Machines disregard my pronouns

Conservative Man is set upon by a mob and murdered Said mob then turns on Liberal Man and he dies a broken man

Take off!

Big fucking shit Right now, man

Quilled like a porcupine with Indian arrows

The freedom of feeling the criminal

Everyone was dying

One's a rightist The other's a leftist

A strong mind A strong body

Those of us for position The ruler makes the decision

Maximize your theory world

And it was learned in a game That was played by us all

My life Jesus and tequila

See, my position was here

Paranoid Scared shitless

Perverted ideas of reality

We learned punk rock in Hollywood

The environment is to blame Conflict is to be explained

Where's your courage? Do you think you're alone?

And if I was a word, could my letters number a hundred?

Deep rooted in culture and belief

A year a minute Answering said watches

He's got his mother He's got his father

Caught by a camera taken at shutter speed

Across the ocean In a land they call Vietnam

We have no badges

The world is the coldest place Surely the coldest place

He didn't die with any honor, any dignity, or any valor

Nubiles in the nest

Can't they see beyond the rhetoric? The lies and promises that don't mean shit

Jam the window, cram the surface, read the answer

His means of control, they all look too coarse