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The kids were doing jumping jacks when they uncuffed his hands from behind his back. They had pegged him for another crime – a crime of high degree. Priest came over at Christmas time. Cops still question the alibi. Priest said do what’s right, do the time, rolling joints by the Christmas tree.
My brother the teacher burns the flag at half past noon. He’s drinking with the preacher who’ll be his sponsor in rehab soon. Just another son of concrete, burdened by abstract views. We used to have so much more real fun, droppin’ acid and sniffin’ glue.
Some kids they got some spraypaint. Swastikas under the bridge. Over the rainbow we cross for work, it’s where we played as kids. It made the local paper. Yeah, they made some dividends. Now they’re speeding down the highway out past where the yellow brick road ends.
The river’s up for sale. It’s where they store the nuclear waste. You can barely notice the difference in how the water tastes. Just wear this gasmask if you’re playing out in the sun. Don’t ask me why we’re paying for what it is they make us become.
DROPPING ACID AND SNIFFING GLUE, WE USED TO HAVE SO MUCH MORE REAL FUN!!!
The policeman’s on his rounds again busting fare-jumpers on the road to redemption. There’s a new prison up the road now, they got a killer tax exemption. There’s a new prison up the road now, they specialize in preemptive detention. One day we’ll get our settlement, we just may get our pension. Maybe if we just keep beggin’, we’ll see that settlement. If we ever reach our retirement, we’ll get our golden pension for a time that’s worth forgetting. You can’t win when you’re only guessing. What’s to learn when there is no lesson?
