This is a song that makes me spill out all my guts Sometimes, I wish I wasn't me Sometimes, I wish I was drug free Sometimes, wish I saw the exit sign first Sometimes, wish I knew the truth without search Sometimes, I wish I could go where I never been

Arrested on charges of unemployment, he was sitting in the witness stand The judge's wife called up the district attorney Said you free that brown eyed man You want your job you better free that brown eyed man Flying across the desert in a TWA, I saw a

Anol shalom Anol sheh lay konnud de ne um Flavum nom de leesh Ham de nam um das La um de Flavne We de ze zu bu We de so a are you Un va-a pesh a lay Un vi-I bee

My homie booked He said he going through some things right now I tried to tell him hold his head, don't let 'em bring you down They used to love him in the streets But they don't know him now Plus his baby ma, she trippin', she don't hold him down And he

Far in the distant future Beyond the pages of our time Cold-blooded wicked tyrants Threaten the freedom of mankind Corruption, lust, and greed Define the new nobility Changing the course of history Across the vast North Empire Most people struggle to

That's all over now Got my little red party dress on Get a little bit of Bourbon in 'ya Get a little bit suburban Because you're young, you're wild, you're free You're dancing circles around me You're fucking crazy Everybody knows that I'm the best

And I know how it's to be, yeah Cause, I think I'm goin' blind There is nothing more for you and I I'm ninety three, you're sixteen And I know how it should be Some are young and some are free But I think I'm goin' blind Little lady, can't you see You're

Com, commotion Git, git, git, gone Traffic in the city turns my head around No, no, no, no, no Backed up on the freeway, I'm backed up in the church Everywhere you look there's a frown, frown People keep a-talkin', they don't say a word Jaw, jaw, jaw,

Uxellodunon This is the final resistancel This was the final revolti In desperace hope With tear-dimmed eyes With wrath-torn minds We took up arms one more time Oh the last stand The freedom manifesto

I've got my spine, I've got my orange crush (Follow me, don't follow me) (Collar me, don't collar me) (We are agents of the free) I've had my fun and now it's time To serve your conscience overseas (over me, not over me) Coming in fast, over me