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black eye from staring through a keyhole at my lover
i swear it’s not from his fists when stockholm syndrome comes to where they’re keeping you you never know what time it is black eye is all it’s gonna take for me to love you it’s written in my constitution if you go, you know i’m coming with you blind, bound by love time is no friend to the ones who wait for daylight to come time looks the same at the ones who hate and the ones that do nothing black eye is what i’m gonna paint for your protection to cover the tracks that you’re leaving i misplace my face so we can be together red lips change how you’re perceiving time is no friend to the ones who wait for daylight to come time looks the same at the ones who hate and the ones that do nothing |
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You wanna rock with the cops on the front line
you wanna kick it with the people in the back you strike a match and you throw back a cocktail there’s got to be a better way it is harder to stay it is harder to wait to out-love, to out-suffer them i wanna dream up a world i wanna live in i wanna spray it on a building downtown i wanna protest with patience and a paycheck ‘cause there’s got to be a better way it is harder to stay it is harder to wait to out-love, to out-suffer them don’t wanna wait no drugs or sleep i wanna hold your hand grenade God bless these bombs baptize this rope lie with us in the bed we’ve made it is harder to stay it is harder to wait to out-love, to out-suffer them |
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freddie, please
how could you do this to me how could you tell me you love me when you hate me freddie, please you know i love you honey but i’ll bleed you dry with money i’ll talk where i know you can hear ‘cause freddie can’t you see brother, you’re the one who’s queer freddie, please how could you do this to me how could you tell me you love me when you hate me freddie, please the stone’s been rolled away and you’re picketing my grave for loving the things you hate but why do you seek the living among the dead freddie, please how could you do this to me how could you tell them you love me when you hate me freddie, please |
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i don’t want the Spirit, i want the kick drum
i don’t want the Spirit, i want the kick drum i know how it works, oh i’m not dumb i don’t want the Spirit, i want the kick drum like sex without love like peace without the dove like a crime scene without the blood i don’t want the Spirit, you know i want the kick drum i don’t want the Son, i want a jury of peers i don’t want the Son, i want a jury of peers mascara’s gonna run when you see my tears i don’t want the Son, i want a jury of peers like lies without the truth like wine without the fruit like a skydive without the chute i don’t want the Son, you know i want a jury of peers i don’t want the Spirit, you know i want the kick drum i don’t want the Father, want a vending machine i don’t want the Father, want a vending machine i know what i want if you know what i mean i don’t want the Father, want a vending machine like heaven without gates like hell without flames like life without pain i don’t want the Father, you know i want a vending machine i don’t want the Son, you know i want a jury of peers i don’t want the Spirit, you know i want the kick drum |
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i was free to live and love
and kill as i saw fit i was at peace, there really was no one i was at war with the only common good was that we understood that laws unjust were only good for breaking that difference legalized instead of sameness left nobody free that was the day before i married my conscience to the state my taxes paid, these roads were laid to places of my choosing there were no eyes up in the skies looking down into my bed there was no government without our consent keys were made for anyone who just claimed it glass was all of every wall that framed it from sea to shining sea that was the day before i married my conscience to the state right and wrong were written on my heart and not just in the laws that condemn me now with caesar satisfied i can even do the things that should offend me |
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now i can buy the proverbial gun
and shoot the proverbial child while my uncle looks me in the eye and speaks of freedom and my conscience goes up on trial in the courtrooms of the mind where the judges all have sons and all the lawyers are wounded and the backs are all broke and the bailiff is my brother and the witness is my sister and i’m guilty as hell but by the afternoon i’m out out on the pavement walking wreaking of salt and blood no hat upon my head no shoes upon my feet picking your body from my teeth no stars above me no stripes upon me free |
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baby when i put my hands on you
i feel like i’m touching the earth i’m breaking ground and the soil is wet, slipping through my hands baby when i put my eyes on you i follow the curves of the moon the oceans rise and come crashing down onto the shore but your love is a noose around my neck i give up and i know i will regret it your love is a weight around my legs but i don’t know who i am unless you’re holding me baby when i listen to your words they whisper to me like the wind but they’re strong enough to blow me down and destroy my house but your love is a noose around my neck i give up and i know i will regret it your love is a weight around my legs but i don’t know who i am unless you’re holding me baby when listen to your words baby when i put my eyes on you baby when i put my hands on you i love/hate you |
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i admire these men
brave and beautiful grabbing the blade from all the wrong sides like children they bring skins and smoke we bring shackles and guns we’ll trade with them and then we’ll take them home it’s simple it’s so simple they’re not like us becoming a slave is easier than you think there’s always a price to pay it’s gotta hit somebody’s back trust me, new worlds don’t just build themselves progress has more than one face evil isn’t always itself there’s nothing you can change without changing everything else it’s simple it’s so simple if they’re not like us becoming a slave is easier than you think talk from every head a product in every word it’s under out feet and you know it’s over our heads and everyone’s telling the truth in languages that nobody speaks till you listen close and hear what you believe television teleaction tell me what you want |
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i was killed in a shopping cart
turned upside down and left for dead i saw a clown try to speak to me as i floated overhead i found my way to a familiar place i swear i’d been sometime before i would’ve thought it was the marketplace but i could not find the door oh i have been to heaven and i have walked the streets but i couldn’t find a hand to hold to keep me on my feet paradise is a parking lot a spot up front is your reward and all the rest walk down streets of gold to the house they could afford i got lost in the swelling crowd i could not afford to eat you only have what you came in with so i’m living on the street oh i have been to heaven and i found no relief ‘cause i couldn’t find a hand to hold to keep me on my feet i heard Jesus Christ was there he had a car that’s bulletproof that way everyone is safe from the man who tells the truth oh i have been to heaven and i have walked the streets but i couldn’t find a hand to hold to keep me on my feet |
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like sex when you’re too young
like youth when you’ve got none like home when you’re too drunk like getting every you wanted with a line of bad credit it’s never quite worth what you give up to get it like style made by slaves like bribes to throw the race like women who know their place like an indian casino or a tank of unleaded it’s never quite worth what you give up to get it stand back you love it now but it’s too much like fame for what you’re not like joy that you bought like please that never hits the spot like security for liberty, you gotta admit it it’s never quite worth what you give up to get it stand back you love it now but it’s too much |
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i’m building a house on the limb
i need something that could stop a war but i’m beset on all sides by extremists with eyes on my heart so i lie to everyone i’ve lied to so many lovers i’ve gotten away with it too but if God is against us then who can be for us my friends there’s justice for everyone please take your hands off my brother please take your laws off my lover the agents of law should always be blind and on time till there’s freedom for everyone where are your american brothers american before they were named they’re a huddling mass with no oceans to cross for our shores where there’s fortune for everyone oppression is always oppression no matter the reasons or means for skin or for sex, by stares or by fists it’s the same there are blinders on everyone i’ve looked through the eyes of my father i’ve walked through lincoln’s backyard and there’s still a backseat when you ride on the bus through this town there’s color on everyone so we lie beneath a tree of no color like an american flag umbrella it keeps the elements out and it’s stuck to the ground in this place but there’s room for everyone i know a way out of hell we raise all our enemies’ children after they’ve murdered ours we affix all their scars to our walls so there’s heartbreak for everyone in the end it will all be ok that’s what the wise men tell us so if it’s not ok then it’s not the end, oh my friends there’s hope for everyone |
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