Bobby Beatnik

Our horizon was accessorizing we bred more need Best believe its the equation of greed I need a new car and thus new breaks Another tune-up with lube Whatever's put together shall be unscrewed In times of famine we made more food Food made more people It's all explained within the cycle of evil Would I trade it all? Cruisin down the highway on a bright summer day Gazing out a plane to see the earth from miles away Watchin the patriots win the super bowl Grabbin that fumble from Ricky Prole Or my stereo provided me with rhythm and soul I don't know, all I know is I feel guilt for Every single thing I've ever bought and sold I shoulda been at more demonstrations Planted bombs in corporations Murdered CEO's and cancelled TV shows Burned billboards and torn posters I coulda read more Finally I get to meet this god they left us dead for And its ill, its power to the form of a bill To which people killed by manipulated free will Conscience will be the crucifix a chopping block for poppycock And I can feel our spirits drop upon these streets I oddly walk Enough talk! Here's my last chance to cherish a thought My flesh is fully melted and my stomach's in a knot So to my love I hated to leave you alone Parted my zone passion took me to places and my life was a poem Baby I was on my way home about to catch a flight Our meeting has dissolved in radiation and light Love you gave me made me shine You're gorgeous with a powerful mind You lifted my spirits and strengthened my spine I'm at peace with my life cause knowin you was divine You made me see eternal beauty in a world that was dying Now we're all ground by the grind Out of luck and out of line, out of signs And now we're out of time...