1.Rufused
Backlash, once again a stiff reaction to imagined stimuli
Outside, we are tied and you're a victim of your pride
I know just how you feel when you pretend you're all alone
Lonely, you're such a fraud you won't even pick up the phone
And the only thing that holds me here is my patience
So don't tell me that I'm selfish, Don't tell me you're abused
Everything I own, everything I do, all that I've been through
Shows me how my ardor is misdirected
My faith in you refused
Outcast, looking for something, someone better than me
I say look at yourself and tell me what you see
Last week you were mincing words with the skill of a priest
Sunday comes and goes and now you swear you're incomplete
2.Culture Wars
I'm gonna be a soldier in the culture wars
They battle in the Capitol, they battle in the streets
It's time to battle back with our minds and with our feet
And as the war is waged on the everyday slaves
They proclaim our problems stem from lack of purity
They blame the immigrants, the gays, the blacks, the jews
They wear a smile as they're tightening the screws
They're giving orders to fence up the border
As they congratulate themselves on being born here
3.City Lights
Johnny was a man of his word he said
'I've never been locked down before
Now I'm sitting in this fucking box
And I know there's gotta be more
I don't really give a fuck about it
It's done nothing for me
I don't really give a shit about it
I've seen all there is to see
I wanna go where the action is
I wanna see the city lights
Their using all their will to confine me
I won't go down without a fight
Another night on the railroad tracks
And I know I've had my fill
Severed arteries in a town
That's long over the hill'
4.Borrowed Time
I'm not theirs in product or in name
But I've got no true discretion I can speak of
You can make your own distinctions but it's all the fucking same
It's servitude for someone else's sake
And I dream I'm gonna give'em the old heave ho!
And my every thought turns to overthrow (Let's go!)
And I strive to bite the hand that's feeding me at last
And carry on the banner of the working class
When I'm dead on my feet or shackled to the beat
I'm always looking back over my shoulder
They make me paranoid and relegate me to defeat
A fate that fits me like an oak box
The long hard days of dead monotony
The foreman looking down, so paternal
I'll curse the fucking hours cause I know they're not for me
But for now I'll carry on on borrowed time
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