The black around our eyes
Is back around our lives,
And everybody's happy,
But I feel black inside.
Well I think it's time
We stop getting high.
These kids proposing mischieve
But they'll be the first to squeal,
Screaming anarchy til someone
Shows you how it feels
To point the gun and make you disappear (poof)
Far across the bridge
To where your mom's apartment is.
The starry-eyed astrologist,
Sorry for my promises.
Sometimes it gets hard to walk and
Everything just gets farther again [?]
They found me in an alley
And I got what I deserve.
I couldn't pay it back
With my money or my word
La Révolution is a slogan on a shirt (Hya!)
Far across the bridge
To where your mom's apartment is.
The starry-eyed astrologist,
Sorry for my promises.
Sometimes it gets hard to walk and
Everything just gets farther again [?]
The black around our eyes
Is back around our lives,
And everybody's happy,
But I feel black inside.
Well I think it's time
We give it one more try.

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