Jul 25, 2006 23:42
freedom isn't free? neither is slavery.
when they were coming down
was i the only one thinking...
it's about time something happened
in this nothing ever happens town.
this city is like the bulldozer in the graveyard.
an eyesoar amongst eyesoars.
a constant reminder,
things aren't going as well as we hoped.
they strapped a gun to my waist.
and they threw me on a plane.
singing.no.no.screaming.
"if you're old enough to cry; you're old enough to die."
thats when i learned planes made good missles.
and buildings not so much runways.