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I look around and everybody’s screaming
Barely even breathing yet everyone’s still sticking around
I haven’t seen anybody move here in what seems like years
It seems like all the people across the nation are so fixated
With the chance of change on their TV screens
They’ll never know their needs
Time runs thin for the still soul
The hour glass figure, it is no more
With the thrill to fight, no reason to live
Take, take, take, who going be the one to give?
And everybody’s going to twist the truth
Yeah, what ever happened to living out the youth?
What happened to having nothing to hide?
What ever happened to you?
Mr. Panic from the background shouting stop the shit
All the fighting in this room is killing your mother
It’s getting her sick,
yeah, it’s getting us sick, we’re so sick of you
So turn off the tube and turn on the lights
Put on those shoes, walk up the stairs and out the front door
And don’t ever look back, until you made something of yourself
Little boy’s pouting, he’s crying Grandpa,
It’s time to wake up, if only one more Christmas down
We gotta make this last, and shine now, all your glory
Teach us all your lessons, tell us all your stories
And if I have to get real close to descramble all your words
Just promise to speak real slow, we can make this last
Grandpa, .. grandpa?
The ringing in my ears, this will be the last time
I can’t go another day of this same charade
And everybody’s telling me to sit tight;
Everything is going to be alright
But if it’s the same empty promise for going on nineteen years
Tell me what’s likely to change?
