when all around you there are angry young red eyed cannibal citizens of UUU United Union of Utopia a false reality brought to us by the stars a brighten future gone astray a light that comes from Mars union of a bitter past union of a bitter few one man will start the cast and carry on with devilish newness utopia once lost utopia once new can it be won again can lies become the truth when all around you there are angry young red eyed cannibal citizens of UUU United Union of Utopia one man says wallowing in the mud is the best thing to do one must do after another betrayal perpetrated and is all you can do, to afford a treat when you're living the gutter life in the soaking streets no one to help you, clothes you, feed you, hold you make you realize the hold on you outside waiting is a taxi cab picking up a man who's just been stabbed with all the blood and bruises covering your face and the white hair falling out the window in bad taste when you think you lost your mind and all are suffering blind you must give up your mind I'm talking to you! out there in the crowd a warrior of present Mao in a system of hate mean't to beat you at it's game if I'm blind well I've spent my time shuffling down the street with my sign of mine held up high and I'm a little run down too, but honey don't be blue we can team up and live together one another without all of the fuss, the hustling and the must have in our lives a realness comes alive, inside just the two of us please help me understand the way I thought I knew the world with the murders but this speed, I'm in need aren't you, too? when you think you've lost your mind and all are suffering blind you must give up your mind I'm talking to you out there in the crowd a warrior of present Mao in a system of hate mean't to beat you at it's game one more time around do not let it get you down it's come again but we're waiting to bring it all down utopia once lost utopia once new can it be won again can lies become the truth when all around you there are angry young red eyed cannibal citizens of UUU United Union of Utopia

I'm molded by your fingers and your hands by truthful eyes a-blazing throughout the sorrow land in figures fall calling out to Nostrodumas' muse a tingly of such angel dust like ghosts whispering to you in the land of wax politik is it's name living can bring death and government will be it's game they are seeing past the guise of a gleeful mass of sheep they are seeking and they are wise to all the GMOs they make us eat but why are they all the time trying to siphon up the gates of krishna's hell at every waking state we claimed to have no knowledge of the tale in the land of Pax Romana in the land of we the land of solidarity the place of you and me let eagles grip on your sleeves the buzzards have the bees it's times like these I am a sleaze in the land of liberty persuaded by the tube and diluted by the red facts the preying monsters here at last and the ballots have been cast a ruthless force is swaying like a swing set in the breeze before you know our time has come being pulled beneath the waves by foolish slugs they give and by wicked emotions play the men and women of renown are sleeping already in graves it's time at last to see the sun for all it's worth in heaven and burn the wax until it melts like bread inside an oven they turn to slimy sludge they go in drainage they now lay in truly homey stays I say where they belong today

marching to jordan marching down home marching to jordan marching down home no one alone marching to jordan marching down home no one alone where do we go marching to jordan marching down home no one alone where do we go how do we know marching to jordan marching down home no one alone where do we go how do we know look at us go marching to jordan marching down home no one alone where do we go how do we know look at us go it's the end of the show where do we go guide us we know look at us go marching to jordan marching down home marching down home marching down home look at us go marching down home

I stepped aside from all the sorrow in my life I stepped aside when I thought it was alright I stepped aside when all the stares became another way of showing how I died I stepped aside long ago when months were old I stepped aside it was the best time of my life I stepped aside it's all over now and then again I stepped aside I can't believe you were my friend I stepped aside when times got oh so bad I stepped aside when all the faces got so bad I stepped aside when did she eventually die? I stepped aside how could I live a lie? I stepped aside where is the line for "run and hide"? I stepped aside I cannot lie and with you I cannot die I stepped aside I've come to find into the next part of my life I cannot lie I cannot die because I love you I cannot hide

you think you're beating me at my game you think you know us all the same you might be trying to get back but all the lying will surely get you hacked up we beat our breast when times are bad we love to ring our heads we bring the PC when it's bad we love to get into your beds and freak out! You must be sick, I'm sick of you you can't be sweet but I'm with you you run our lives from the inside you will be crying oh bye and bye look out! we must be in over our heads without us you would all be dead a little fix will have us blind don't bet a fool for a great time and freak out! you must be freaky we must be cool you must be carrying some kind of tool we have been looking for our souls without ever knowing our true goals You must be sick, I'm sick of you you can't be sweet but I'm just stuck here with you you run our lives from the inside you will be crying oh bye and bye look out! we must be in over our heads without us you would all be dead a little fix will have us blind don't bet a fool for great time and freak out! we beat our breast when times are bad we love to ring our heads we bring the PC when it's bad we love to get into your beds and freak out! you must be sick I'm sick of you you can't be sweet but I'm just stuck here with you you run our lives from the inside you will be crying oh bye and bye look out! freak out! you must be freaky we must be cool you must be carrying some kind of tool we have been looking for our souls without ever knowing our true goals

under the ground, we're under operation without a sound we dig up our own graves under the town there lies an underground a darken door aligned with walls of white under the hounds there is a basement in the ground under the bounds there be the monster eating paste only the crown will decide those who will stay and the people live in fear of their own selves under the water will nothing stand there for free under the sand it is the same but very oily under our town there is a leak that's gone abound and a spoiled garden feeding death without a sound all around us is a creeping possibility that all we've considered is nothing but the bees under the ground and over the average man's head when it gets a pounding by the heavy sees of the operation a mystic vision, a central station under our feet we sleep while taking in lies underneath the streets we blanket our own sides fighting for a cause thought up where the devil abides under our noses they brought through our skin we must take back our own sins again under the order we sleep though awake under the news, tv, and radio they are to blame under the grease under the grime a historic pain engulfs us just in time under the sights, over the line we are under operation who will be kind and make an emancipation

one piece is a little bit stranger than the other piece that's a little bit harder but the other piece is quite a bit tougher when it all comes down to the line my piece suffers from enlargement and your piece is free from the parchment but the missing pice is very very hard to find when it all comes down to the line our pieces are coming together and their pieces are little more threaded but the centerpiece is a lotta bit vetted when they ask you for your sign when it all comes down to the line when Mars rules over the sky when it all comes down to the line one piece is a little bit stranger than the other piece that's a little bit harder but the other piece is quite a bit tougher when it all comes down to the line when they ask you for your sign when it all comes down to the line when Mars rules over the sky when it all comes down to the line one piece, two piece red piece, blue piece short piece, fat piece no piece, faux pièce nice piece, bad piece like peace, had peace sad piece, mad peace a tad peace, fad piece when they ask you for your sign when it all comes down to the line when Mars rules over the sky when it all comes down to the line

when we're together I am apart from all the things that bother me smarts when were apart I like to think of us together playing in the kitchen sink A lonely heart that found his lover a broodish mark that has become clean I was a believer in what is being and how to be like really be but like I've learned by such grandiose ways it's like a game and I can't play the game my way when we collide, something inside oh babe, I know we were made for this time our fates had thus collide in bias and in our prime another venture we act out like a weathered play with walls that are for knowing without the thought of showing coming down to a sporadic and eternal let it be with us in hand together apart from this grey sea into a deeper meaning built upon the knowledge tree A lonely heart that found his lover a broodish mark that has become clean I was a believer in what is being and how to really be but like I've learned by bitter truths of day by day by day by day it's like a game and I just can't play this game my way, my way when we share months in waiting together in the shading trees and sunlight the weeks and years just roll on by and we toast to what we knew apart the honeydew back then we did all that we could embark again with us in hand together apart from this grey sea into a deeper meaning built upon the knowledge tree

it's time for truth it's time for another time it's time for a mute on what cannot be undone it's time for the coup to be imploded for just the fun of it all it's time for you to stand up for your rights it's time for you for a change brought from on high it's time for truth between you and me and we can be so cool again, baby if our dear leader will come and titter above a sodded few in times of toil we bought the coil it unwound before it's time and now we people and our freedom drink not nearly as good as wine it's time a final end to a time come unbound when we would both be friends the truth cannot undo what much we had to do it's time a final end to a time come unbound when we would both be friends it's time for you

little red city on a hilltop nothing looked so pretty but a doorstop in between the gaze of an officer of malaise tying you down man little red city glows u-top the wasteland buried in the sand with little meaning and it's time to blow the leaves our weather's changing whether it's by you or it's by me our little red city has had a cow, man little red rock u-top a mounttain top with gold inside your hills and as the papers run our bills we cry to you, somebody out there it's time that you knew of the injustice brought because of our manners, too we cry and wait in vain all the same little red rooster calling my name when it's past the window pane and another man bites the lame violence upon the southern grain inshrined with shameful days with a voice that is calling for a whole new same a new which can't be called for pawning in their game all the faces shall remain in our little red city, little red town not one frown we like to thank our Judas mass welcomed it and it was a gas now we lay in wake for hopes that one more day will start to change mixing colors that are opaque a liquid drawing red like blood of the slain overflows inside a little snow globe for two that tell you what you ought to do in this little red town, this little red city all we ever wanted for equality for the many but ended up like slaves in another cyclic common day the true essence of our name was given away one fateful day like a red rose bouquet someday this little red town will run it's colors to the new and will sign off with blue and the smearing on the page a red heart upon a maze that's telling you to behave a rose of thorns will break upon the maize in my little red village that is crumbling by the waves red ocean ashore upon a trumpet's howling sound the red sea light bustling across the lost mill where the men of old once stood their ground red at night and black is tight the colors come alive unless you do what you have to and make them reel in time

long legs and a grappling hook short beard and a leather book torn face and a gravel throat tight lace and a big meat hook western man he got a lot of pride western man he knows when it's time western man he knows every thing's gonna be alright western man in an age of digital spies dark clothes and a spider belt dusty hands and a cheddar melt barking tongue and a letterhead when y'all gonna duck your heads at the... western man he got a lot of pride western man he knows when it's time western man he knows everything's gonna be alright western man in an age of digital spies mighty tooth and an empty smile frighting mind and a case to shut western man is gonna make the cut break his chin like a china vase break your legs like they were toothpaste western man he got a lot of pride western man he knows when it's time western man he knows everything's gonna be alright western man in an age of digital spies western man he makes the age come alive

she's a murder and likes the kite when the cage breaks and lions bite she's a mistake when voters lie she's a cupcake, just fuck the pie she's a coward and a brutal face in a monster made up for the peoples sake in a time warp with danger high what difference does it make? when all the bodies pile high at the gate and the witchhead's lies are no longer at stake because the system has blown out the lies into our heads because we they know we'll cry and whine over what's right or fight because it's thinking that is not too bright in terms of her lies into a field of goyim tied she chuckles at all of the blinds and pushes us into the grind finding some dark space to overtake she's a risky fucked up killer and she's not so kind in a presidential race oh what's at stake she's a murder and likes the kite when the cage breaks and lions bite she's a mistake when voters lie she's a cupcake, just fuck the pie she's a coward and a brutal face in a monster made up for the peoples sake in a time warp with danger high like a Clinton, she will do her time after all is said and done who can deny? she's a monger, oh don't be shy she's a monster, oh by and bye she's a terror cut by the grin she's a clutter with fiery eyes she's a cutter but from behind she's a mother but just the worst kind

in dreams I was told what may be to come a glorious fold for some but a mindless sovereign pool and a wailing baby crying fool I'm on the stool at another bar, oh well some day it's cool opposed to burnin' hell I know its true, some day we'll do what no other can do in dreams it's true, this mind anew I blew up when I expanded in thought I became when I sought after the lot in space I seem to behave of the space with dreams afloat upon my mind of heavy mace across the floating planets with a flatness to their plane to another moon awaiting for our souls to play the blame across the milky way, into another light I fought the good old fight again and I thought I fought a lot in time I was a failure and in love it was all lost in dreams I saw the future and at such a little cost across the nothing plane into a made up stage I laid across your back and read your prose we danced among the stars across the neon bars in fate and dreams we doth not wait a moment I blew up when I expanded in thought I became when I sought after the lot silence now it's still it's time for our next pill we cross over to another ocean

one day I was sitting at my lonesome working space I saw my life unfolding and it was hard to re-erase the brutality of passion and the west-bound saving grace I saw my self before me and I was keeping pace until the sky goes still I'll be searching for you even though I know I have you, it is something I must do a craving and a passion that has driven me to you my fiery little housing spot that keeps the separates two one day before the sacrament I'll try again in time a teaching like the caliphate has run it through it's prime it's time to go on living like a hoodlum has a dime in a store around the corner I'll be paying ya back with rhyme and when the fire burns and the teachings have run out I'll look again into my face with brooding "come on out" so maybe there I'll see you with that sweetest birdie sound I will take what I can get baby you and me can light up this town one day I was sitting at my working space anew I saw my life unfolding and it was really hard to view the brutality of passion and the west-bound avenue I saw my self before me and the sun was setting, too until the sky goes still I'll be searching for you even though I know I have you, it is something I must do a spirit and a knowing that has driven me to you my fiery little heart erased all what separates us two

I died here yesterday I've cried here when they were away from me I sat next to the wind and watched it blowing sashay across me towards the hills and the sidewalk rain dew acids through the smoke I blow another toke, off a bone that I lay down here for yet another bloke who cries lonely lonely tears another life, another way it has come to what is here yesterday I knew what I was, yet come here what is near I watched the TV and the rain stopped for nearly all the damn day when I sank slowly into my couch I indeed did for days I took my open book, my mind isn't really what it was flipped through the sounds and I was right where I really was I died here yesterday I've cried here when they were away from me watching my TV and cooking my steaks darling, I made you a cake, too let them eat it all and act like fools you better drink and bake and watch it grinding down your throughts with such a much of dismay on display decay of soul and kin, what waste is really laid away towards the hills and the sidewalk rain dew acids through the smoke one more toke inhale and a man of sumpter kinder folk in other times he was a suitor to the folks that came on down he died in vain and yet we sang his name again on newly wetted ground inside the TV we never saw him ever ever again a static throw of vibrant waves does shock me thru my veins and all day long I sing this song in hopes I don't decay I died here yesterday I've cried here when they were away from me I sat next to the wind and watched it blowing sashay across me towards the hills and the sidewalk rain dew acids through the smoke