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Last Of The Sharpshooters
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USA Today

Turn on your t.v. now my son
in north hollywood I see the guns are blazing
well you can't believe it
but you'd best believe it boy
this is your u.s.a. today
turn up the radio now my son
a car got jacked in compton, news at 11
just another day in the modern world
but I still love this land, o.k.?
well you can't believe it
but you'd best believe it boy
this is your u.s.a. today
take a look and you might see too much reality
you'll cut your mind along the way
on the pieces of a broken of a broken world today
see the pretty news announcer, son?
she looks so good with stories of decay and destruction
smiling like it was all a video game
and every anchor looks the same
well you can't believe it
but you'd best believe it
this is your u.s.a. today
look too hard then you will see too much reality
you'll cut your mind along the way
on the pieces of a broken world today
see the wars so far from here
brought into my room so crystal clear
words and images like these have got me on my knees
turn up your t.v. now my son
cause there's nowhere left to hide, nowhere left to run
well you can't believe it
but you'd best believe it
this is the u.s.a. today

No Equalizer

you want a perfect prefab world
where the boy always gets the girl
but the world's not really like that
where knights in armor slay the beast
and every peasant gets a feast
but I don't want a world that's like that
cause if the beast has a heart and the peasant has none
your equalizer's come undone
now what's left to do when every wish always comes true?
and what's great to me won't seem so great to you
there'd be no saints if every heart was overflowing
there'd be nothing to learn if everyone was all-knowing
well it's a worthy crusade but I won't cheer the parade of the equalizer
100 smiles make a frown mean more
there's no equalizer
off the lines in factory
cookie cutter mentality
well the world's already like that
and I'm sorry if you disagree but that's the point
it takes a bit of piss to put the spice in victory

Call to Arms

Rejoice in your naivete boy, cause it's all gone for me
I know we lived on stupid dreams; it was all we had you see
but when the balance totters there's no time for starry eyes
clear your thoughts to earn the good life and then I'll call you wise
now in the end I predict that you'll be just like me
cause only the foolish or the blind don't want a new t.v.
and you won't want to haunt the thrift stores when you're old and gray
you'd better earn a packet now for all those lonely days
I see the fire in your eyes and I wish you all the best
but if you want to stay in my world put all of the that to rest
there it is, I've said it, now the rest is up to you
things were great when we were young; now march with me, its through
if you could only see things my way, then you'd know I'm right!
I believe you can hold on and live life in ways you choose
confusion and my desperation are far too dear to lose
if all of this meant nothing then you've wasted all that time
but I can't un-tattoo my life, and that's the bottom line
I'm not stupid and I know that everyone plays the game
but how far you go on prefab terms is where we're not the same
don't want to live my life today for when I'm 65
if we all make it that far, dear god I'll be surprised
anyway the point is this: I too wish you the best
but when I walk down city streets I don't feel like the rest
don't worry; I won't wave a red flag or march on the city square
somewhere between revolution and you, you'll find me there
if you could only see things my way, then you'd know I'm right!

Guns of '96

Guns of '96, the guns of '96
the ones that never miss!
96 guns in the schoolyard
there's a mama with a broken heart
wand they promise in november
but it's broken in december
the man said boy things will change this year
boy let me tell you crystal clear
that man is far away from here
and I don't want to talk about it
or hear another word about it
year of the rat?
it's the year of the gun
living in tinsletown, usa!
guns of '96
now it's fully automatic
just one word, he's gonna, let 'em have it
96 palm trees waved above the riot
now everybody wants to try it
hey brother can you spare a dime
has been replaced with a gleaming shine
with a .44 and a .45
tough kids walk the street tonight
shadows beneath a neon light
if you got a six-shooter will you feel alright ?
and the man in the blue box
stands above the fray
but you'd better lie low
or you'll be coming home the horizontal way
tough kids walk the street tonight
shadows beneath a neon light
they got a six-shooter and they feel alright

Get Out

With a rumble of boots and a soldier's suit they march through irish land
fresh-faced boys turned to grim young men, with a union jack in hand
look to the roofs for trouble boy, and don't trust anyone
you're a foreigner in a foreign land, and you don't belong my son
get out, england, get out
you know you don't belong
get out, england, get out
cause it's bloody and its wrong
a beautiful people, proud and free you'll never keep them down
how do you think they've made it through history ?
balls have a name and sound
you say you stand for noble things, so I don't understand
the guns and the boots and the soldier's suits on green and noble land
get out england, get out - you know you don't belong
get out england, get out - cause it's bloody and it's wrong
get out england, get out - it's time to put things right
get out england, get out - cause this is not your fight
don't think this is a catholic thing
you're wrong
I'm a wasp just like you but I sing a different song
there's not excuse to split a country or think that you know best
england I love you in so many ways but lets put this crap to rest

Burning Heart

Every now & then I feel this place is going down
I'll catch the next train into town
there's romance on the streets tonight
& every lonely hearts alright
and I think that I could find my way if I could find my way to you
so many pathways I have roamed
will I ever feel at home?
so many streets for a burning heart
but fewer roads to get a brand new start
I think that I could fin my way if I could find my way to you
I'm looking forward to not looking back
trying to find a way to get on track
sitting in this room all by myself
oh lonely boy - what you gonna do?
every now & then I feel I'm a burning heart in a place where nothings real
pouring rain all around me but I don't care
have you got a hope for me to steal?

Question Marks & Periods

Knocking down your door, it seems I couldn't even get arrested
though I tried & tried - my best - well I was getting bested
everybody had some kind of interest that was vested
could it be the time for exclamation points is over ?
could it be the time for truths in semi colons?
everybody smiled - a pat on the head & oh what a nice boy
never took us seriously - they were playing with their other toys
but now I find I'm in demand & you'll find I've developed quite a voice
could it be the time for explanation points is over?
Could it be the time for truths in semi colons?
just question marks and periods, period my friend
no question marks, period, cause I think it's time to send
send it all back to you
with a smile & some ribbon bow too
we're the best, at worst - now every-body tells us so
but you refuse to hear it - because you have got us pigeonholed
well I'm the joker in your hand - we'll play til one of us has to fold

Urban Napalm

I think it began back in 1992 - flames and riots and my innocence was through
the flames got put out but the hatred stayed so strong
burning up the streets like an urban napalm
white boy white boy - why you gotta act so proud?
black black boy - why you gotta talk so loud?
whit boy white boy - so afraid you buy a gun
black boy black boy - so busy hating everyone
nothing comes free/ nothing comes free
and this town ain't half of what it used to be
nothing comes free/ nothing comes free
do you hear the sound of world burning down?
I don't like fear and I don't like feeling danger
now I'm driving through this ghost town like a sad lone ranger
amid the ruins of all these urban sights and sounds
seeing those places sometimes it still brings me down
white boy white boy - you're so busy building fences
black boy black boy - when you gonna come to your senses
white boy white boy - anger shouldn't be your new song
black boy black boy - if you hate because of color, you've got it all wrong
that's when I said well, nothing comes free
chorus

D.J.G.

You are the happiest minute on a sunny day
and a silly song, when no one is around
I am a sorry sight on a Saturday night
you know that if I'm fine, I will soon be down but I know that you think I'm o.k.
so that's all that matters anyway
yeah I'm the guy that forgets your kiss on valentines
you know I'm a jerk but you let me off the hook
I don't know what you see in me but I'm glad that you think so
you're just too good for me and yet you're perfect company
and I know that you think I'm o.k.
and that's all the matters anyway
you are the best thing that ever came to me
and when forever ends together we will be

Concrete Times

I remember a time when there was nothing but trees and green grass
now I look around in concrete times and stay behind the glass
crowds of people but I'm all alone
staring at the bill for the telephone
sometimes I miss those days, when the world was green and growing
but there's too many people now too mean and too knowing
they say you've got to be hard in a hard world -
say goodbye to suburban boys, cause urban joy is hard to find
what you gonna do? It's all around you
sounds of the street start to surround you
what you gonna do in concrete times?
now I know these memories are just my naivete
and I know that boyhood's gone and this is where you stay
but so much has changed that I can see
now I hear sirens and turn up the t.v.
I remember knowing every house and every name on our street
now I don't even know our next door neighbors, just the sound of their feet - cause your eyes are more open the older you get
but the wide eyes of childhood are gone forever - you see more and less
and school plays have been replaced
and too many friends have joined the race
the newspaper brings sad news through my door
acceptance and gritted teeth when you walk outside at night
guns and knives replaced the schoolyard fight
and the street lights blinking on and on, keep me up for hours
along with my thoughts, in a pretty concrete tower

No One Gets Away

Wake up to the darkness of another day
you're determined: today you'll get away
but all too soon you find that your day is set
and you haven't figured how to get out yet
all the images are so confusing
the thoughts in your head are so bruising
coffee table world is so alluring
all the lines you drew once are blurring
you once were the rebel - so full of hate
now it seems the suit doesn't fit so great
view yourself a bit uneasily
this wasn't how it was going to be
you know that rationales are far too easy
but you've got to pay the rent and stay warm
ideals battle with reality
you view the world as you know it to be
you built a foundation - but it's hard to stay
truth be told - no one gets away
you say of course things change - well I know things change
but that doesn't make it easier to piss it all away

The Last Goodbye

1,000 letters I have written but will never send
here it is, another end
and now we act like strangers, like we never met
but I can't forget
you said you were on the other line that day
so I sat and waited for the callback that never came
now where can I dispel the memories of your crime?
where can I release the burn of bitterness inside?
there's an astroplane of rage somewhere in the sky tonight
I need to find it, to unburden, to try to set my head on right
my heart feels hard even as the memories fade
soon I'll be able to smile at all the times you took away
they say that I'll get stronger form this
dear god let them be right
but I still see you when I close my eyes at night
this is the last goodbye
that's what you want from me
this is the last goodbye
so that's what you get

Factory Day

The working man is in my head now
cause in this world we're all together
trapped in a world he never made
it's a steel and concrete place - that lasts forever
and no one smiles - it's the working class
who's got time for sympathy?
he sees reality, it makes him close his eyes
wakes up in the morning and he feels cold
makes the commute to a faraway place
but in his head he's even further away
and no one smiles - it's the working class
who's got time for courtesy?
for every working man who earns a working wage
who's gonna set us free?
the working man is in my head
in this world we're all together
remembering a girl he loved
now he knows she's gone for good
for him everyday is just a cycle
gets home at night, turns on the color t.v.
staring at programs set in faraway lands
but the gray world outside his window is all he can see
and no one smiles - it's the working class
who's got time for courtesy?
for every working man who earns a working wage
who's gonna set us free?
well if you've got a scream inside you better shout it before the real world takes your breath away
ideals die fast now if you let them
but where's the future in another factory day?
it's easy to say it
it's harder to live it
but look around and choose
remember he's like you

The Cool Crowd

This is a puzzle
I don't seem to fit
all the sounds they like just seem like shit
I don't know if they're dumb or I'm getting old
there's a fire inside of me
and I wish that they could see
there's more to this than what they seem to think
you've got to feel it - you've got to grow wit hit
don't forget the past but get out and explore
it's not that I hate them but I don't fit in
though there was a day when I tried to
now I'm driving with my own song in my head
cutting edge traditionalist
the cool guy with the biting wit
but the cool crowd seems way ahead of me
or behind me
no matter what people say there's always pressure
but I can't be a slave to others ideas
I'm going to do what I want to
going to play what I want to
so at the end of the day I can look back and laugh

Self-Destruction

You say you've got it all figured out
you live life without a doubt
you say you're looking for something deeper
but I can't sit here watching
I won't march in time to the tune of self destruction
"well I think it's time to make it on my own
I'm gonna live life all alone"
well open your eyes, and I'll show you a big surprise
nobody makes it on their own
nothing is ever gonna change, you say
and there's no way you'll every leav this code you follow today
you say your rules are something deeper
but I see lies, and they're getting deeper
you say everything else means nothing
but I can't sit here watching
I won't march in time to the tune of self destruction
you say you've got it all figured out
I'm a bit wary of those who don't see a shadow of a doubt
come see me in 20 years, and I'll show you a host of change
in the end, your inner spirit is all that will remain
you say everything means nothing - but I won't sit here watching
I won't march in time to the tune of self-destruction