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the awful truth
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that sucks for you, fifty-five and wasted life, beaten down by whats around, brainwashed and painwashed and always alone, you cling to your country, your flag, your home. but i cling to my family, i cling to my friends, i cling to my brothers my sisters my tribe my brethren,
i dont give shits for land and i dont care for world peace just i wont fuck with you if you dont fuck with me
but making me work in your diner or die
and making me hold up your guns and comply
and making me sad and making me mean
and making me compete for whats in Life magazine
well thats making me quote Bob D
cause he's all that i got to cling to
cause the rest will all rot
and i want to continue, at least wiht a surname,
not a moronic wasted futile attempt at some "earning,"
success, cash bills? democracy?
the true truth in this world isnt there to be seen
its there to be felt and its there to be heard and if you cant hear it?
no wonder you're perturbed.
no wonder you're upset,
the pyramid crumbles down.
well guess what old man?
soon you'll be dead, not around, and me and my boys?
my generation?
i've faith in us.
we'll complete the illustration
in this beautiful fresco,
come on boys, lets go.
let's show them the truth they cant see.
lets show them we dont need Society, Government,
no, we dont need All of It, None of It
satisfies what we git
when we bathe in It
the It thats felt its true
when i'm kissing you
when you're feeling me
when you set me free and say
i dont know how you think, and nor do you me.
(and thats the way it's gotta be)
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