Dirty Work

Well I'd like to see the likes of me relax with a wife and seed
 Time to write and read
 No fight to get a bite to eat
 It might just be a pipe dream but fuck the alternative
 Turning the lights green on the destruction of the Earth
 It's just obvious to me that the way that we do it's wrong
 And I'm not just gonna be the type that prays and moves along
 When these days we lose are gone, and we need every moment
 The maze is too long to proceed that slow and
 When the pain stops I'll crawl up out of bed
 But these raindrops are falling on my head
 My brain stopped recalling what I read
 Back in school 'cause I train not to swallow what I'm fed
 So for the time being I'm seeing things a little differently
 Bringing out the kid in me as I sing and shout a symphony
 And think about the shit that we confuse and take for granted
 'Cause we're losing sacred land as we abuse and rape this planet
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 Get our hands dirty working for the things we need
 Scritch scratch to eat and the air that I breathe
 Leave the rest alone and rest time at home
 A congested mess of those obsessed with what they own
 As a free-thinking man
 I'm proud of who I am
 We're deep in sinking sand
 And not allowed to give a damn
 But with this vivid plan I'll visit lands
 I'm sick of name brands
 Made cynics out of fans
 To limit what we understand
 But in this village of the damned
 It seems a long ways away
 Another day gone astray
 One more song that gets no play
 The old say it's the youth, but the youth say it's the old
 The truth is rarely told, unaware we're out of control
 Tryin' to hold ourselves together, but all of it tempts me
 The heart and the soul and the wallet running empty
 From MTV to the pages of the source
 We pay homage to the hordes that line the shelves of record stores
 What's it all for?
 I often ask myself
 Should I get off my ass and be like everybody else?
 Maybe seek some help
 Or live in rhythm of health
 For an instant found wealth
 But no resistance is felt
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 Well I see barstool prophets and philosopher kings
 I hear manic street preachers speak of God and our sins
 We gotta begin
 To see that God is within
 The u-n-i-verse of Earth as we constantly spin
 Do you wish to be free, or be habitually sleeping?
 Are we histories sheep, or will we live to see freedom?
 Cause we been lied to all of our lives
 And I don't think I can take anymore
 F*ck TV, high school, and all of your lies
 I can see right through your face to the core
 So don't even try to tell me what to say
 I'll make you scream and cry when you take my love away
 Day in and day through
 I may win and may lose
 But if all else fails I'll just sing and play blues
 Hey you, what's your name? Make your hand into a fist
 We haven't changed the world but we can if you resist
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