The rise and fall from grace
You watch them stick it into your face
So whats a poor kid gonna do
If all your dreams fall through
Cause this world is all about money
And that doesn't make it funny
Just uncomfortable

Keep trying to get the best of me
Cause you don't know I'm hard to beat

Sat down confessed it with a full report
Dashed it out but he couldn't take it
Had to drop dime, through a partner in crime
Got away without serving his time

Snitches get stitches
The thread on your cheek must itch
Snitches get stitches
You got yours you son of a bitch

The mark of the squealer
Too soft to be the dealer
And nothing can heal you
Mark of the squealer
The mark of the squeal

I'm out on a mission
To catch a stool pigeon

Chaos in the crowd
Racing in sound
Try to find the answers
That can never be found
Not living a lie
Not the one who is blind
Being happy and content
With my own mind

Loud
Got to be loud
You have to take control
Play it fast
Got to be loud

Fuck what is old
Take what is bold
Better being alive than being dead cold
Lying to parents just to get by
Oh fuck, I lost my lines
This is the future
Don't look at the past
Smoke - Get blown and have a blast
Being happy and content is what it's all about
Being fast - being loud

Wild in the city
Is everybody with me?
Everybody's trying just to keep above the water
Your life is a go, what do they know?
Better being alive than being dead cold

Once too many
But once not enough
Wall of stone
Being on your own

Oh, in my mind
Coming into a grind
I want you through
Alone in your solitude

First time out
You'll see what it's all about
Going nowhere fast
Being the first and the last

Another hopeless night
Caught between wrong and right
Going nowhere fast
Being the first and the last

Bodies stacked in three, counting up the toll
The greed in your eyes has eaten all your soul
I sit at home I watch you on the news
Yeah, I can see you're missing a few screws
Won't let you do what you want to
Judgment of the world is to die, defy you!

Implements of destruction you can see this time it's not a Russian
Turbanhead wants to see you dead
He doesn't care his life he'll even expend

Innocent to genocide
Nowhere to run; nowhere to hide
Couldn't save your ass even if you tried
All you want to do is even up the score
It's too real, to deal with a full dose of gore

Someone's kicking down your door
Ventilated by shells as you hit the floor
Theres no fun having to run away from the monkey with the shotgun

The man's got the magnum
Bows down to none
Cops and cowboys is his life
And everything he's won
No matter how he slices
Any which way but loose
Action is his vice
Adrenalin his juice

Turn around face me
Gravedigger you better make it three
Turn around face me
The good, the bad, and the ugly

Do whatever I say c'mon and make my day
A fistful of dollars is what you're gonna pay
And hell followed with him
The pale rider destined
Spit from his jaw
And Josey's never questioned

Farrakhan semetic death raids
Black man wants jews on a plate
Fascist religions, noxious parades
Turning racism into charades
Evil minds are learning
Constantly churning
A negative approach
Burying your hopes

Tools for war
Chemical Gore
Rich control, sympathy for the poor

Kill or be killed ways
All to your dismay
Terrorists in action
World unsatisfaction
That's the way they want it to be
You know that things ain't easy
But you can hold your breath until you're blue in the face
You want to take my life
Draft me; abduct me
What does all this mean?
How can I even the score?
Tools for war

Now I'll have to suffer
Say goodbye to mother
Pay your last respects
Cause I have no regrets

That's the way they want it to be
You know that things aint easy
The button is red
So let it be said
In a matter of time
We'll all be dead

Exhausted, but still I can't sleep
I'm trying to survive another fucking week
Meaningless job, a menial slave
Absorbing knowledge to bring to my grave

Born to expire
Frustrating, seething and teemed
My blood's boiling higher
God please, please set me free

Little bits of bullshit making me weak
I don't want my life to be hopelessly bleak
Sweating like a dog just to get in this game
And I'm just a number no name

How much more does life have in store
Before the reaper comes to get paid?
Authorites catch
Civil laws don't match
And it takes my P.M.A.
Staring at the walls, constantly numb
Try to think of what I can do for fun
Aggravation coursing through my nerves
Can't sit here as the world burns

Getting off on catastrophes to run away from reality
Scores of people in writhing pain
This is the country that has to reign
See an end to all of our hopes
Put every fool on the end of a rope
A rising force and the power grows
Wake the sleeping giant that no one knows

Keep fighting for your life
You're in a marathon race now
I don't need to show you proof
Cause no one wants to hear the truth
You've always been on your own
Protecting the brothers and the blood
Tomorrow's another day
And he who fucks with you pays in spades

Morality's an all time low
A fucking laugh wherever you go
Everyone's looking at the past
You know the world ain't gonna last

While the media hunts him
One man doesn't sleep
Finds harrassment for life
Mother sits there and weeps
They say the action's progress
Crime doesn't end
He might have been mugged before
But he'll never be mugged again!

Why must we lose what we earn
Because of someone else's greed
Is it fair to sew a hole in my side
Because someone else has a need?

The season's controversy, guilty or not guilty?
Been another mark made another spawn of fear
Some dude in Chicago has copped the same idea
Self defense is innocence!

Now everyone with a gun is on a rampage
Armed citizens are holy saints
Deathwish killer, the six o'clock rage
Now Bernie's even got his name up in paint

Being alone, can't stand the heat
Of being in a catholic high school
All fucking week
Hearing all the bullshit from the people I meet
Finding all of it stupid and beat
Roaming the halls treat them like freaks
Succumb to isolation better off in the streets
Degrading my music putting down on my friends
You know you're gonna get it in the end

Burnt out youth follow good news of the Lord
Bend for rockstars and never get bored
Going to concerts they can't afford
Problems in their future they ignore.

Cute little skirts, double knit tied
Gonna hate and rot the rest of their lives
Parents try to bring you emotions
And feed you lies; When will you realize
Leeway rocks!

Stick-up sticky beat PHD
The fork tongue religious case nagging me
Know nothing fascist nuns don't scare me
Catholic high school ain't the place to be

Union square at about 9 o'clock
Friday night, boy was he rocked
Just a dumb beer drinking jock
Unaware as he staggered and mocked
On the platform you see a push
There's a slam and an eerie squish
Hear the cracking of his back
The bloody limbs grind the red tracks

Insta-death your last breath
Split-second prayers won't save
The shit you've stepped in
Insta-death your last breath
It's all over now
And this is your last wind

Folks can't deal with a mad mad world
Try and fly cute little girl
People all freaked out on the ruckus
Scrape - Scrape into a bucket

All dreams are six feet in the floor
Atop the clouds in front of Peter's door
Finding your way out becomes a chore
Looks like death is a hopeless bore
Lie unexpected, lie unexpected
Dear mother brings you flowers
As you both rot away the hours
The aftermath of time
Thoughts decaying with your mind