, economy, it isn't me It's all on you, reality, it's what you do, it's what you make The truth in lies, the freedom dies, the mind it numbs, the spirit
society, conformity it isn't me, it's all on you reality, it's what ya do it's what ya take the truth in lies the freedom dies, the mind it numbs, the
. Gandhi called it Ahimsa. The Greenham Wowan call it the 'Politics of Whimsy', But it doesn't end there, neither is it enough. Gandhi played a major
behind its surface, tantalising yet distant. Of these many Stand before it until death. To others, it is distorting, everything In it being warped
your boys but be careful they gon' get you The cash in a hidden place, ironically called it safe And you prolly leave it in the safe like it's safe
had to front and say yo, true, stick it on me I started smoking to prove I'm an adult Now it's a habt but is it all my fault I wished my mother would
at loss to trace The face of today's inhuman wraith One half adrift in the vast abyss of despair and misery The other a mask of rich red lips Whetted
on each other Always wonderin' what is it lies behind The worried eyes of one another I believe it's love, it's hidin there, in the shadows in the dark it
all be king" My license to make fun of everyone Comes from knowing I'm the biggest joke of all Read a headline the other day Clown dies from a pie in
this Forget regret Or life is yours to miss No other road No other way No day but today Roger Time flies- time dies Glory- one blaze of glory One
past It will follow me forever With forgiveness, I guess it won't last I will never, never surrender I have learned that you never win Even if the other dies
heat The hunger pains drive them to the street Wondering if today they'll eat Some found food in the refuse heap Others find disease Some find it harder
best believe the microphone alone I'm here to stay Make you pay and understand That there ain't no other day but today Now I'm livin' it up Now I'm livin' it
of today becomes a part of tomorrow And tomorrow's just as worse And it even starts to follow suit of shooting in the streets Another rock star dies
Usual live goes on [Refrain:] Faded photographs Remains at all Faded photographs Mother cries lying pictures Happiness calls from other times Suicide is it right Martyr dies
like I pronounced it a?? Don't rush it, don't milk it, don't drag it, don't bounce it. I mean, do it trippingly on the tongue, Or else I'll see your
round your boys, but be careful they gon get you The cash in a hidden place, ironically called it safe And you prolly leave it in the safe like it's safe