The soldiers battalion, the honors rush
Were fighting ourselves, and fighting others
Pretty nudie girls hanging on the wall above the toilet
Marshmallow heaven for those who wait
There isn't a next time, there isn't a present
The future is here and all it does is fight you
Do we need another coffee shop on every block, when any old Folgers can will do
Pierced toe, pierced pussy, pierced eye lid, pierced navel, this girl is pierced every where to make a public show
All you see out there is green pavement and box houses
Tired of all the troubles, who needs the chase
Freedom is waiting for you in the past
We all stroke the chains of the monetary gain
The bread is on the table with all the corpses piling up
Release that tenuous beast to chase the upwardly mobile
Help those that wait, who can skate on glass.
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