derailed ideals
(kelly/reed)
dysfunctional machines
empty minds
filling buildings
and standing in lines
competing for a future
your not sure you want
just stay in line
and do what your taught
loss of sight
bluring vision
the sun's in my eyes
there's a permanent glare
where's the exit
an easy escape route
from where this boredom
is exhaled in the air?
trapped like rats
on a sinking ship
fed the same ideas
from a higher power
don't question
any answers or any facts
your train of thought
is bound to crash
trapped like rats, sinking fast
not questioning any answer or fact
your train of thought is bound to crash
your train of thought is bound to crash
they turned the foster into a parking garage
(kelly)
they took live music, and made it dead concrete
writing up the plans for the economy
let's make this prosperous
let's make this progress
let's make this money
what was once alive with music, is now dead with concrete
and now the kids are hanging their heads
carrying out what was left inside
"but what can we do, our voices are small,
and the ears of power and money don't listen"
and what about the small buisness?
they have nowhere to go now
how will they eat? where will they go?
the cop said "pack your shit and leave,
somebody's gonna make money off this place"
an old building with a soul,
is now being an example of
true american prosperity
"it's what's best for the town"
this is our radio song
(kelly)
all you want is a product that you can sell
i will not be a part of your get-rich-quick scheme
i will not sell my heart to those bastards
i'd rather die poor and happy then live a big fat fake
this is my choice, hear my voice
you are not my type of guy, you are not my type of band
can't you see the difference in us?
my inspiration are the kids screaming from their guts
your inspiration is a fucking peice of paper
i just can't believe that shit, you and your radio hit
take your overprivileged crowd, and 200 buck gaurentee
and pay for someone else because this is not your place
and we do not care for you
how can you call that real?
to you it's just a career
well, here it's in my heart
it will not be owned
so...this is it
(kelly)
you're only gonna live if you've got a job.
well, is that really living? is that really?
we are your failing future.
we are what you're scared of most:
refusal of economy, refusal of society.
hey mister, mister, could you spare me a quarter? iam starving
"you need to take care of yourself."
"i'm moving up, so fuck everyone else"
we're graduating, this bullshit "preparation"
dissatisfied with a dead man's life
walking on eggshells, hanging by lies and ties.
shackled with wire. hoping to be hird. taking any price put on this head.
hey mister, mister, could you help us? we are starving.
"shackled with wire.
hoping i'll be hired.
i'll take any price for this head"
no, no we need to refuse!
comrade battle hymn
(kelly)
destroyed by the practice of economic darwinism.
and materialization is a product of our need to consume.
we've all been consumed.
we can't exist like this. we can't exist like this.
those who told us so had lied.
society has made survival a battle,
our ultimate struggle is our refusal to fight.
not for set standards, but for our own lives.
not for any standards, but our lives.
this is our dance. this is our revolution.
ah friend! ah friend!
(kelly)
well it must be so nice to be so privelleged.
to not have a care in the world.
well, i can't say that it's my thing,
but i'm happy for you, if you think it's yours.
but what makes me mad, what makes me sad
is that we'll all be forgotten when you're gone.
it's hard enough reminding you now.
and i can't really tell what's really real, or really fake.
i guess it's common to make that mistake with people like you.
and you try to act interested but everyone sees your true intentions.
you can't hide agendas with such a transparent personality.
who are you fooling? the jokes on you,
because we all see the truth and there is absolutely nothing there.
no, nothing.
so yeah, i'm happy for you, if you think you are,
but what makes me sad, what makes me mad
is that you don't care. no, you don't care anymore.
the weaker link will break the chain.
and you're rusting.
revolution dance song
(kelly/reed)
let's break these clocks weighing down our necks.
let's smash the faces of the bosses breathing down our necks.
conditioned to believing. you're accepting everything,
you're taking everything for granted.
have we all given up?
have we all fallen for it?
will we really take their shit?
they want to take us for all that we're worth.
brought up in fear from the moment of birth.
all i know is when we go, yeah, we will go on top.
fear as motivation, yeah, we'll bring it to a stop.
yeah. yeah. yeah.
dressed for a funeral
(kelly)
they're cramming houses on every hill.
filling all the rooms with tv screens.
i heard the best lives come in a pill.
i guess you get what you pay for,
i just hope the price is right.
now traffic's all backed up, we're all headed to the mall.
keep the economy rolling, dressed appropriately for this coming fall.
four cars to fill the garage, this is such a perfect life.
neckties and dead eyes, this is such a perfect lie.
we were so happy then, before we had everything.
now we wish we were starving. that was everything.
we're dying in suburbs. this house is a coffin.
we keep on talking, but nobody's listening.
nobody's listening.
now we're all off to work, dressed for a funeral.
how do you like my hearse? it's got a brand new radio.
and the man on there is telling me that the sun is gonna shine.
but all i see are red lights, and i feel like i could die.
