By rancid: The common man doesn't suffer pain like this Only the soul that has never been kissed Let us adore our beautiful son He's ridin' on the rivers of babylon Bootin' up, shootin' up Bring on the brightness See the son of God is comin' up Your [sic] caught up in a system that's goin' No one answers no one takes that call from you Junky man tell me what your story is . . . Water I desire Some parents [sic] house is on fire Slowly the house gonna burn to the ground The neighborhood will watch . . . Will someone be a witness please Tell me that he's crazy But he's not and they thow that And they can't get him 'cause he's not crazy Beat him lock him knock him take away his authority Hit 'em, ship 'em, club 'em submitted conformity . . .
By carroll: Audio sample
My hand went blind clairvoyant I make love to my trance sister My trance sister went on And my trance parents see from the balcony I looked out on the big field It opens like the cover of an old bible And out come the wolves Their paws trampling the snow The alphabet I stand on my head and watch it all go away
By rancid: Bootin' up, shootin' up Bring on the brightness See the sun of God is comin' up And there is a likeness Internalize the lunacy The misery is showin' when your [sic] brought up And your [sic] caught up in a system that is goin'
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