So this is where the future lies
In a beer gut belly
In an open fly
Brilcremed, acrylic, mindless boys
Punching, kicking, making noise
From the cradle to the city streets
They spill out their aggression
By punching what they don't understand
And stopping all forms of expression
Teaching each other to be men
By spewing in the street
Well now I know just what to do
To make my man complete!
Against the power of their misguidance
We must learn to fight
To be just what we want to be
Morning, noon and night
Night is for the hunters
And the hunted are you and me
Hunted for just having
Some form of identity
Night is for the hunters
And the hunted are you and me
Hunted for just retaining
Some form of identity
Night is for the hunters
And the hunted are you and me
Hunted for just having
Some form of individuality.
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- The Smallest Acts Of Kindness
- Unstill Life
- The Law Is an Anagram of Wealth
- Hopeless Cases
- Pressure Points
- Joined Up Writing
- Changing Places
- The Sitting Room
- Miscellaneous
- B-Music (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) [B-Movie:...
- RSVP
- Notes Taken, Traces Left
- Razormaid 7th Anniversary Box Set
- 2CLUB2 - Progressive House vs. Electronic Beats
- The Very Best of
- Hope Road
- Self Destruct
- The Very Best of Anne Clark
- Joined Up Writing/The Sitting Room
- Electro for Japan