Well, these grey December mornings
The cold New England winter
And those two Kentucky boys
They knew nothing from nothing,
just did as they were told
and yet we insist that we're free
and there'll be no forces
Because guilt, it's never on loan,
it's yours for the keepin'
Why am I awake, why are you sleepin'?
Now our chiefs don't care if we're happy,
Our mothers, they fear for our futures
on a diet of dumb jokes and movies
if the fans will cough up the cash
But they do, and those who refuse
like to think they are wise
They're stashing away pensions,
praying the waters don't rise
But their eyes will be in silence
while each one is thinking
Now if you keep me in the sense
Till one day you're blood and coiling
With a grocery boy who calls you ma 'am
I tied to the thoughts and the themes
I can't help but repeatin'
While it makes no sense to theorize
About the murder of innocents
with all these single birds
And their revisionist ideas
So what if my time like it's like dead
Revealed just one original thought, one time
In a whole lives I am tied to
The hell of things I know
There's no point in regretting
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