scene, it?s a god damn arms race This ain't a scene, it?s a god damn arms race This ain't a scene, it?s a god damn arms race I'm not a shoulder to cry
s in store? Justice or a race war (Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) Race war (Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) (Put your brain in gear) Race
. Rat race, rat race, rat race! Rat race! Oh, it's a disgrace To see the human-race In a rat race, rat race! You got the horse race; You got the dog race
taking it hard Since you broke me off with a call You might wager that I'll hide in sorrow And I might lay right down and bawl Now the race is on And
Criminales de races devastaron la cultura. Acosados nuestros indios murieron al luchar. Criminales de races. No arrasaron de nuestras tierras esclavizando
no longer there Fall down to my knees Begin my nightmare Words spill from my drunken mouth I just can't keep them all in I keep up with the racing rats
Are we losing the human race? Do we ever really learn from our mistakes? Who's ahead, who's behind? Will there be a finish line? Are we losing the human race
I'm going for a walk Not the after dinner kind I'm gonna use my hands And I'm gonna use my mind And who the hell are you to tell me what to do? You can
Blacktop pavement cover me Like a chemical reaction or a steam roller Spreading randomly There's a distant pause and low frequency It tickles my ear,
So you say you gotta know why the world goes 'round And you can't find the truth in the things you've found And you're scared shit less 'cos evil abounds
The smell of virgin pages wafted through the swingin' doors And the croakin' speech he'd heard from countries counselors before They said, "We all care
Everywhere you looked there was Confusion, violence, drama and drugs So many righteous revolutionaries Spouting Utopian love Everyone shrouded in purple
Hey mister, don't point at me You shout rhetoric nonsense like a Pavlovian model Responding to questions Hey teacher, arrogance is bliss You spend your
Sleeping on a time bomb, staring into space There's an ocean of unpleasantries we are not prepared to face Sitting on the fence post to watch the storm
There's a boy in crimson rags with a grimace and a spoon And a little sullen girl face-up staring at the moon And there's no one around to hear their
Have you been to the desert? Have you walked with the dead? There's a hundred thousand children being killed for their bread And the figures don't lie
Shed a tear for the criminal, give him something to believe Light a fire for the miserable, give the darkness some meaning Closed wounds harbor pestilence
Parched, cracked mouths, empty swollen guts Sun baked pavement encroaches on us Haves and have-not together at last Brutally engaged in mortal combat
