Got questions with no answers. Can’t help me out, I need a friend, I’m losin’ faith in this world of sin. Tryna make ends meet with a week, no sleep; it’s like a cycle that never ends. I can’t contend with no handlin’, I can’t take care of no grown man — all by myself, cryin’ for help, but won’t get saved by no Superman. All comes down to the mighty dollar, greed and lust, abusin’ power. Clock is tickin’, hour after hour makes me wanna throw my hands and holler.
I got bad coordination, stuck a pencil in my eye…I can hardly wait to get back home. Why is everybody gettin’ paranoid? I’s only havin’ fun. Scumbags and superstars, tell me your names; I’ll make a bet you’re both the same. And I can see my lifetime pilin’ up! I can see the days turn into nights! I can see the people on the street, open those windows up a hundred floors below me. Pilin’ those houses up. pilin’ them higher, higher, higher! I can feel them swayin’ back and forth. Building it higher, higher–This tower’s leaning over!
Andrew Hamlin talks with local legend Helena Rogers about records and recent recordings with her band Student Nurse.
Well, the bad gets worse, too fucked up and the hate grows more each day. So when the infected try to effect you, don’t listen to them when they say “Follow the rules and forget the bomb.” Communistical patriotic, the plan is subtle but it’s in the open. Kingpins Nazi scheme getting under your skin. Subliminal Fascism gettin’ under your skin, so you better wake up, US.
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