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Tonight two great ships will pull back to their ports |
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Depleted of everything that shoots flames and reports |
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And in the morning the shells will wash up on the shore |
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And the mighty of |
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Earth will have no other recourse |
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But to shiver and shake and make shit in their shorts |
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Because we have been told that if you've been assured |
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There's a way to live the values your forefathers gave you |
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Prepare to be told "That shit's gay, dude" |
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Well, I guess that what they say is true |
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That there is no race more human |
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No one throws it away like they do |
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The things |
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I used to love, |
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I have come to reject |
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The things |
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I used to hate, |
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I have learned to accept |
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And the worst of the three, you now have to expect |
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Satan ain't hard to see without craning your neck |
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He'll be seventy-some inches tall |
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He'll be chugging a beer and he'll be grabbing his balls |
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He's a remote explosive waiting for someone to call |
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He's just eighteen for now but he's going to murder us all |
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Solidarity's going to give a lot less than it'll take |
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Is there a girl at this college who hasn't been raped? |
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Is there a boy in this town that's not exploding with hate? |
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Is there a human alive that can look themselves in the face |
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Without winking? |
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Or say what they mean without drinking? |
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Or believe in something without thinking, "What if somebody doesn't approve?" |
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Is there a soul on this |
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Earth that isn't too frightened to move? |
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I think the wrong people got a hold of your brain |
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When it was nothing but a piece of putty |
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So now try as you may |
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But you will always be a tourist, little buddy |
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And half the time |
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I open my mouth to speak |
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It's to repeat something that |
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I heard on |
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TVAnd I've destroyed everything that wouldn't make me more like |
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Bruce Springsteen |
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So I'm going back to |
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New Jersey, |
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I do believe they've had enough of me |
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So when I leave |
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Boston, my tail is between my legs |
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After deep cups of patience have been drunk to the dregs |
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And now I'm heading west on 84 again |
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And I'm as much of an asshole as |
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I've ever been |
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And there is still nothing about myself |
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I respectStill haven't done anything |
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I did not later regret |
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I've a hand and a napkin when |
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I'm looking for sex |
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And that's no one to talk to when feeling depressed |
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And so now when |
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I drink, I'm going to drink to excess |
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And when I smoke, |
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I will smoke gaping holes in my chest |
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And when I scream, |
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I will scream until |
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I'm gasping for breath |
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And when I get sick, |
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I will stay sick for the rest |
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Of my days peddling hate out the back of a |
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Chevy Express |
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Each one a fart in the face of your idea of success |
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And if this be thy will, then ****ing pass me the cup |
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And I'm sorry, |
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Dad, no, I'm not making this up |
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But my enemy, it's your name on my lips as |
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I go to sleep |
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And I know what little |
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I've known of peace |
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Yes, I've done to you what you've done to me |
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And I'd be nothing without you, my darling, please don't ever leave |
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Please don't ever leave |
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