What we've got is an amalgam of spent ideals,
an incomprehensible mismatch of spent ideals.
Self-congratulatory edicts spit from gold-plated mouths,
that will never understand what it means to miss a meal.
Don't tell me what I need until you've needed anything.
Private-school anarchists with bought trains of thought,
donned in T-shirts screaming slogans of wars never fought.
And I'm supposed to hide my change?
For who and for what?
To appease the piss-ants pretending their haves are have-nots?
I know what you came out here for.
1 | Coffee Black |
2 | Laughing Out Loud |
3 | Won't Be The First Time |
4 | Half Friend Town |
5 | Temporary Living |
6 | Where The Wild Things Were |
7 | Encante |
8 | Ruffian |
9 | Austin, We Have A Problem |
10 | The Most Americanest |