here in the underbelly
of american culture:
the number eight
men
bow their heads in thier laps
they are so tired of fighting
women sit rigid and cold
our faces unwilling to give
we are so tired of fear
we're growing old
unevenly
our fists in our faces
we'd just like to give up
for a little while, and float
there is no way to let go
too many who need your strength
too many to burn you for
slippin up
don't step outta line
or they'll replace you
with the next sucka
of american culture:
the number eight
men
bow their heads in thier laps
they are so tired of fighting
women sit rigid and cold
our faces unwilling to give
we are so tired of fear
we're growing old
unevenly
our fists in our faces
we'd just like to give up
for a little while, and float
there is no way to let go
too many who need your strength
too many to burn you for
slippin up
don't step outta line
or they'll replace you
with the next sucka
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i am in love with your city!!
Oh yeah, I remember why I came over to say hello in the first place... I loved what you wrote in that hater thread on the music board.