Number Two

Hit back time to settle the score.

Cause I’m tired of the games,

I know you want war.

I know you want more than a cardboard house.

Living in an alley with a master and a guard.

Living like a valley when it all falls down,

and ya can’t get out.

Shoutin’ up to the mountains,

won’t ya come help?

But they look at you like you’s a damn coward

cause ya can’t help yourself. So ya,

sit back and flip the chips,

watch the water run,

find the streams,

then ya collar ’em.

Sign the trees,

then ya follow ’em,

down that road

cause ya know where you’re goin

and ya been here before.

Lookin’ for the sign on the door

that reads, feels like home.

Feels like gold,

ya feelin’ like a fool,

so ya do a little dance

and ya let it all go;

but ya dug another hole

Now it’s part of the path

said it’s part of the math

now its part of the jazz

that they play in the clubs

underground,

where ya know they don’t ask.

What ya need?

What ya want?

What ya got?

Cause we’re all here

up for the same thing

comin’ from the gutter

tryin’ to die with a smile

on our face.

Just die

with a smile on our face,

like this …

 

 

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