Pointed threats they bluff
with scorn,
suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece,
the hollow horn
Plays wasted words, proves
to warn
that he not busy being born
is busy dying
Temptation's page flies out
the door
You follow, find yourself
at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike
before
You discover that you just
be one more
person crying.
So don't fear, if you hear,
a foreign sound to your ear
It's all right ma, I'm only
sighing
As some warn victory, some
downfall,
private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eys of
those that call
To make all that should be
killed to crawl
While others say don't hate
nothing at all
except hatred
Disillusioned words like bullets
bark
as human gods aim for their
mark
Make everything from toy guns
that spark
To flesh colored Christs that
glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking
too far
that not much is really sacred
While preachers preach of evil
fates,
teachers teach that knowledge
waits
Can lead to hundred dollar
plates,
goodness hides behind its
gates
But even the president of
the United States
sometimes must have to stand
naked
And though the rules of the
road have been lodged
It's only people's games that
you've got to dodge
And it's allright ma, I can
make it
Advertising signs that con
you
into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been
done,
that can win what's never
been won
Meantime life outside goes
on
all around you
You lose yourself, you reappear
you suddenly find you've got
nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody
near
when a trembling distant voice
unclear
Startles your sleeping ears
to hear
that somebody thinks they
really found you
A question in your nerves is
lit
yet you know there is no answer
fit
To satisfy, ensure you not
to quit
to keep it in your mind and
not forget
That it is not he or she or
them or it
that you beling to
Although the masters make the
rules
for the wise men and the fools
I've got nothing ma, to live
up to
For them that must obey authority
that they do not respect in
any degree
Who despise their jobs, their
destinies
Speak jealously of them that
are free
Cultivate their flowers to
be
nothing more than something
they invest in
While unprinciples baptize
too strict party platform
ties
Social clubs in drag disguise,
outsiders they can freely
criticize
Tell nothing except who to
idolize
and say 'God bless him'
While one who sings with his
tongue on fire
gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's
pliers,
cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in
the hole
that he's in
But I mean no harm nor put
fault
on anyone that lives in a
vault
But it's allright ma, if I
can't please him
Old lady judges watch people
in pairs,
limited in sex they dare
To push fake morals, insultant
stares
while money doesn't talk,
it swears
Obscenity, who really cares,
propaganda all is phony
While them that defend what
they cannot see
with a killer's pride, security
It blows the mind most bitterly
for them that think death's
honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
life sometimes must get lonely
My eyes collide head on with
stuffed
graveyards, false goals, I
scuff
At pettiness which plays so
rough,
walk upside down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off,
say OK I've had enough
What else can you show me
And if my thought dreams could
be seen
They'd probably put my head
in a guillotine
But it's allright ma, it's
life and life only
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