as we walk down the drag
smokes in hand
another wasted Sunday
we look at the dirt
upon our backs
and thank God we're so lucky
We aint got dime
to call our own
no finances to make it through
this night, this life
this town, don't gripe
we'll make it there one day real soon
Look not down your nose at me
and call me your family
on this rock its so hot
were all we got
the ship will set sail eventually
(2)
one day it will happen
cuz our lives will be fastened
with weights and chains
and locks and brick
enslaved by your own selfish luxury
so for now lets just turn back our heads to sing
our revolution put to a harmony
one day it will end
a day far too soon
lets just hope its not a travesty
you all know about the kid
the one that dropped out and said fuck the world
lets hear it for them cuz their travels don't end
forever pushing them home.
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