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I might as well be a madman Drive that rusty red truck straight up Into a brick wall at breakneck speeds What does society need with another romantic A hopeless dreamer dreaming of a better world Just throw out the tonic and fill my life with gin Hand me the poison I’ve taken worse swill in There is no way I am going to win Against the corporate interest and the hate mongers The powerful money makers that make us monsters Just give me a good sixty to eighty miles per hour Then watch me turn into a gooey blood shower A swollen then exploding rare crimson flower As my body shatters cause it never seems to matters The politicians and the mad hatters run this show And I don’t see this life getting any better Cause I don’t believe society will heals it wounds We’ll just be open sores for all to see
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Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 8:32 AM UTC
Wounded Society
I might as well be a madman Drive that rusty red truck straight up Into a brick wall at breakneck speeds What does society need with another romantic A hopeless dreamer dreaming of a better world Just throw out the tonic and fill my life with gin Hand me the poison I’ve taken worse swill in There is no way I am going to win Against the corporate interest and the hate mongers The powerful money makers that make us monsters Just give me a good sixty to eighty miles per hour Then watch me turn into a gooey blood shower A swollen then exploding rare crimson flower As my body shatters cause it never seems to matters The politicians and the mad hatters run this show And I don’t see this life getting any better Cause I don’t believe society will heals it wounds We’ll just be open sores for all to see
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Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 8:32 AM UTC
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