RALLY ?ROUND A CAGE, CRINGE AT THE PAPER THEN PLACE THE BLAME ON ?THESE DAYS

AS IF WE DON?T KNOW WHAT WE?VE SEEN UNLESS WE VIEW IT ON THE BIG SCREEN

UNDERSTAND IT?S NOT GETTING BETTER AND IT?S GROWING OUTSIDE
A PRICE PAID IN FULL FOR THE CONSCIENCE THAT LIED

ALL THE BILLBOARDS IN THE WORLD CAN?T COVER OUR EYES
I DON?T UNDERSTAND

DON?T TREAD ON ME

BUT WE ACT LIKE WE DIDN?T KNOW, THEN KIDS SHOOT KIDS OR COMMUNITY DEFIES ITS ROLE

THEN OF COURSE IT?S EVERYONE?S FAULT EXCEPT ANYONE WE MIGHT KNOW

TELL ME ARE THE COLORS OF THE FLAG MUCH PRETTIER TO SEE
WHEN VIEWED FROM THE REQUISITE COMFORT OF THE KNEES
WE?RE THE LOYAL LITTLE CHORUS STILL SINGING OUT ?PLEASE?
I CAN?T UNDERSTAND

DON?T TREAD ON ME

ONE LITTLE, TWO LITTLE, THREE LITTLE PINK SLIPS, FOUR

WHERE ?FAMILY VALUES? ARE A VALUE MOST CAN?T AFFORD
RALLY ?ROUND A CAGE, TO THE NEW HIT SONGS

RALLY ?ROUND A CAGE, CALLED ?HOW CAN WE BE WRONG?

RALLY ?ROUND A CAGE C?MON DO THE GOOSE STEP TO A STATE-SUBSIDIZED SING-ALONG

WITH ONE SIDE YANKING A LINE CALLED DAMAGE CONTROL

WHILE GROANING CUZ THEY FELT THAT THE NATIONAL RAZOR WENT DULL
BUT THE OTHER IS A PLACE I CALL HOME
WHERE SOLIDARITY IS SELDOM SHOWN

WHERE TAXES PAID IS LIKE GETTING SPADE TO A DOG WITH A THRIFT-STORE BONE
THIS ISN?T ME, THIS ISN?T ME,

THIS ISN?T ME, IT COULDN?T BE, THIS ISN?T ME

THIS ISN?T ME, IT COULDN?T BE, THIS ISN?T ME

THIS ISN?T ME, IT COULDN?T BE, IT WILL NEVER BE.

It’s like picking up the pieces is a daily chore
Thinking of your time card forms a habit
Watching rich folks on T.V.’s like picking a sore
Fuck it all, they can have it
And now I’m loaded like a gun again
Like a plague of locusts heaven sent
Just a ball of dissension with a death perception
I won’t sweat the definition of content

They said “better safe than sorry” and “look out for #1”
I heard “only play the cards your shown”
Fuck what they say
It doesn’t matter anyway
Only in your grave are you alone

Like grown men staring with little boy’s eyes
And actresses speaking with conviction
These people should demand a Pulitzer prize
For various works of fiction

“Judge a book by it’s cover”
And “keep one eye on your back”
I heard “only play the cards your shown”
I say fuck what they say
It doesn’t matter anyway
Only in your grave are you alone

So many people with so much to show

Rotting away in their own little holes
One can only wonder why
I’ll celebrate my home
But know that I’m not alone
Only fools are “along for the ride”
In thinking of the size of the world that’s right outside
Please don’t waste it trying to hide