The world used to be better, I know, the AC used to work
no commitments or fetters, although, that's really not a perk
No hot water in the pipes, or electricity in the lines
nothing left but weak gripes, reading all the signs
Anarchy so attractive in my youth, just another word for free
a bureaucratic hidden truth, as fruit upon an unowned tree
The lack of controls and government, freedom now held high
not a religious or better covenant, never seeing eye to eye
Ah but to turn back the clock, and reverse the damage done
paying heed to the future knock, hoarding bullets for my gun
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 11:56 AM UTC
The world used to be better, I know, the AC used to work
no commitments or fetters, although, that's really not a perk
No hot water in the pipes, or electricity in the lines
nothing left but weak gripes, reading all the signs
Anarchy so attractive in my youth, just another word for free
a bureaucratic hidden truth, as fruit upon an unowned tree
The lack of controls and government, freedom now held high
not a religious or better covenant, never seeing eye to eye
Ah but to turn back the clock, and reverse the damage done
paying heed to the future knock, hoarding bullets for my gun
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