You spend your whole life running, person to person, event to event, job to job.

You grew old, you got wise and lost it. You had it and you watch it all go, and who is to blame?

People can say what they want, but I did it.

I t was never about money, it was never about being liked, it was never about anything- and at the very same time it was about everything.

We've got one life, one tiny ******* life, one shot, one chance, and with that we can do anything we want, why not go for broke? Why not lie, why not cheat? Why not love? run? why not work honest and hard, why not travel? Why not get ahead?

Look, this bag of bones will rot and that's it. Any part you play, any role you get cast as...what's it matter when you're dead? Get your family, get your friends, find your loved ones and when you die- however it is, wherever it is...you can say you did it.

Meaning, purpose. Those things won't just wait, they don't drop out of the sky, why not laugh, love, why not break and make rules, why not live as a lion, a king?

Why not grab everything you are, can be, will be and want to be and shake it until it cracks.

What else are you gonna do?

In a few hours the sun is going to rise, the time will keep ticking along and day to day will resume, you get this chance to write your own chapter in your own book, and it can be anything you want it to be...

So...what's it gonna be?

To the bottle I promise
Blood I take is blood I give.
Love I take is love I give.

To the futures ahead of me, I stand as a statue, to those before me, I keep the flame alive.

I raise the bottle to the bloodline and house, to the friends and loved ones, may you in heaven before the devil knows you're dead and may the road rise to meet you.

Melting masks and under dressed,
to the hall for the ball and watch as we fall.

Melting into each other, painting a picture of a picture that looks like a photograph of our life, hang it on the wall and buy some time.

Dorian gray; aren't we all?

Man's vanity will be the end, a highclass ***** house, selling our skin for cash, petty cash in our bank accounts as we ***** out for the final curtain call.

I'd rather paint myself a mockery and fall in line with the hanging tree,hang til dead like individuality.

Dress to impress like we all care, but we only care about the first impression that is so quick to flee, flirt and flee with the otherside.
Tragedy by design, beauty by-product.

I take my meds and walk the show trying my best to play the part that somebody else cast me for,
signed my name on a dotted line and I fall in place like the rest.

Starman taking off, over Venus and to Mars, I get lost up in the stars.

Command has their doubts but I have an urge, so into the black above I travel, explorer of the unknown. Countdown to history.

Looking back down to something I knew, something now far beyond my reach as I reach to the stars and go home.

Home beyond the void and here we go, Sail into dreams, sail into dust.

Stardust and red dwarf and here we go, mission control gets cut off, we're in charge now, doing what we do going home, leaving the blue behind as we head into the void, each wearing their pride on a sleeve of Red White and Blue.

Light a cigarette, final time to say goodbye, and I'm gone.

We do this everyday, we've sailed the seas and climbed mountains.
We've bloodied fields and came under cannon fire, for us this was Tuesday, but these people..this is a defining moment.

This night as they celebrate, as they cheer and mourn the dead, as they look ahead to a bright future, we sit and drink and smoke in silence, what else can be done?

Come sun rise these people will have to rebuild, they'll take ashes and dirt and make it into history, they shape their story and truth and their kids and kids of kids will hear the stories of those who bravely died for this bright new future, but for us....this is just one small note in our ledger.

So make merry while you can, drink and live as you will, because it all goes too soon.

Liberated people should be liberated, but for us- this is just a duty.

Sealed with a kiss and I love you in distress
it's bittersweet memories that make me like me even less,
You left home when I gave up and I gave up when you weren't enough.

But I'm only to blame in the dwindling fire that was our bond, your eyes started to wander which me wonder what happened to the starry eyed lovers we used to be.

When we shared a bed its cold as ice and when we look at each other we see mutual sacrifice.

Too scared to leave too weak to admit it
so we sought comfort in the beds of others,
you found yours next to your boss and I found mine next to the babysitter.

Both won't last but that's not the point, they remind us of who we were when we met each other and that's a story told through pictures of the past.

I think it's time we slit some ******* throats.

Let's bring back the democratic edge, let's take oak desk, blue suit gutless mouth pieces of outdated racism and sexism and show them how the French speak.

They don't speak for the American people, they speak for themselves.
They don't speak like me because if they did, we'd both be in favor of the guillotine.

We live in a first world country with second rate customer service and everyone walks around acting like everyone else is the problem and we deserve five stars.

I see fifty on a flag we keep letting down and they still have the ***** to claim they're doing what's best.

Let's wrap this up and wipe the floor with these husks of people, put em to the blade and let's see whose willing to die for what they believe in.

Soldiers aside because they've given enough- and keep giving, yet these same blue suit ***** would rip away their benefits and call em heroes to their face.

They say "we care about people" tell that to the homeless, the mentally ill, the immigrants who are only finding resistance.

Let's bring out the dead cart and clear out the dead wood, we have progress to make and this is slowing it down.

The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants. Thomas Jefferson,
How many patriots have died? We need to balance out the scales and bring in those diplomats who have forgotten the constitution.

You voted for a criminal, stand by that. It'll be easier when we wheel out the equalizer. Don't hide behind your **** mickey mouse mascot.

This is the time for the blood of tyrants and lairs, of traitors and thieves, of criminals and unethical politicians to water the trees.

You pledge to a piece of paper, retake that in front of the straight razor.

Sign in red on the dotted line, it's a blood bound contract with your life now on the line. Uphold the betterment of the country and you'll walk just like, but sell out for the party you favor or the business man you work with and the lost vote or seat will be the least of your worries.

Patriots have been paying full price for too long to keep getting ****** over, let's end political kindness for now and get mean.

You want to "talk tough", do it in front of the guillotine.