I tend to live my life through lyrics. Something happens, I refer to a song. At each stage in my life, I’ll undertake a new melody. A new theme. Certain piano songs make me cry. Movies don’t. I would die for loyalty and its very meaning. I love adventures. I will sometimes get too caught up with my day to day life and go mad. I’m not moody, I’m not morose, I never will be. I'm kind, but not a pushover. I often need to be outside just to feel free, even for a moment. I love the human touch. The feeling of being caressed, embraced, kissed. I live for hidden smiles. I believe in balance. Life can not exist without it. From bad comes good, and sadly all good things must come to an end at one time or another. Feel free to prove me wrong, I’d love to believe otherwise.
The sun is setting on the century and we are armed to the teeth. We're all working together now to make our lives mercifully brief. And school kids keep trying to teach us
what guns are all about. Confused liberty with weaponry
and watch your kids act it out. And every year now like christmas some boy gets the milk fed suburban blues,
reaches for the available arsenal and saunters off to make the news.
And the women in the middle are learning what poor women have always known. That the edge is closer than you think
when the men bring the guns home. Look at where the profits are, that's how you'll find the source of the big lie that you and i both know so well. By the time it takes this cultural death wish to run it's course, they're gonna to make a pretty penny and then they're going to hell.
He said the chickens all come home to roost. Malcolm forecast the flood. Are we really going to sleep through another century while the rich profit off our blood?
Yeah it may take some doing to see this undoing through.
But in my humble opinion, here's what I suggest we do:
Open fire on Hollywood
Open fire on MTV
Open fire on NBC and CBS and ABC
Open fire on the NRA and all the lies they told us along the way!
Open fire on each weapons manufacturer while he's giving head to some republican senator...
And if I hear one more time about a fools right to his tools of rage, I'm gonna take all my friends and I'm going to move to canada...and we're going to die of old age.
