Each word bitten

Every fuck is pronounced

With conviction written

In justice announced

And every hand that feeds is bitten

If it steals from hungry mouths

Convention be damned

I know who I am and some words

Are just to fucking loud

They can't be ignored



Twice our bitter lifetime

Tucked tightly in their belts

But spat and bit in such a way

That you just know how it felt

What it means to be a man

And what it means to refuse it

Things I learned along the way

While listening to their music

So laugh then cry so I'll try but to laugh again



Throw your hands up in the relief

That twenty years won't end their reign, their reign, their reign

The reign of unending terror

The rain that brings us warning

The rain that breaks the sky and gives us hope

For the end of this long night

Red sky morning light



The truth is some days I don't have any morals at all

The truth is I left them in the men's room at the truck-stop in the second stall

The truth is some days I don't have any morals at all

The truth is I left them in the men's room at the truck-stop in the second stall



And that's the kind of enemy that obscures

The very core of me

My shallow lacking and disbelief

Steps back while flipping the sleeves of

Cd books with cold-cocked hooks

Flip the kings uplift the rooks

Spit on the diamond cuffs

Of the real crooks



When you look in my eyes who do you see?

When you look in my eyes who is it?

When you look in my eyes who do you see?

When you look in my eyes who is it?