miércoles, diciembre 14, 2011

Just Another Hole In The Ground

I was painting murals and telling stories,
Of people livin' out all the dreams I once had,
Father told me, son, what you doin' that for,
What do you think you're gonna get out of that,
Get yourself a payin' job, so you can be a man,
And toss those foolish dreams out into the trash can,

This world is just another hole in the ground,
And everyone is just another oil man,
Tryin' to get something out of it,
Maybe I'll just, dig myself a deeper hole,
And never ever, climb out of it,

Well, I got myself a girl, so sweet , so pretty,
Brown eyes, soft lips, long hair, her name was Mary lou,
Like homeless cats we'd roam 'round the city,
Doin' the things that kids up and do,
She loved me for a long hard second and she loved me good,
She left when she saw I couldn't give her the things another man could

That's when I understood,

This world is just another hole in the ground,
And everyone is just another gold digger,
Tryin' to get something out of it,
Maybe I'll just, dig myself a deeper hole,
And never ever, climb out of it,

Well now, life in the city ain't no easy life,
When your pockets are lined with dust,
Pressed up against your throat, there's a huntin' knife,
And holdin' it is the man, the man you cannot trust,
Well maybe it's just best to do somethin,
Somethin' on the wrong side of the line, and take the coast line bus,

'Cause this world is just another hole in the ground,
And everyone's just another thief in the night,
Tryin' to get something out of it,
Maybe I'll dig myself a deeper hole,
And never ever, climb out of it,

ARealRock'N'Rolla

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THE ANSWER TO LIFE'S MUCH EASIER THAN U THINK SON!!

Only through yer own eyes can you really start to see mate. Society's not the way, and if it is, it's the wrong one. It's whole concept's based on the assumption that we're all alike, when we're not, we're different, and it's whithing that difference that exists our humanity. So fuck the white collars and the legislatures, the law-makers and the lawyers, the politicians and the lobbiests, the judges and the criminals, the cops and the felons, hang them all, and let them all burn slowly in the pire. Burn the flags and constitutions from every country in the world, disband the nations and bring down the boarders and limits. Burn the wallstreet-behaving bastards along with all the bankers and all the other money-mungering whores who fuck people up for a living. Burn the labels you have on God, abandon the believe that those narrow and hard to walk fucking paths, those box size jails, that all the various religions are, are the only ways to peace and love, 'cuz they really lead only to one place, destruction. And those two things everyone's always yappin' on about, exist withing ourselves, they reside only in our souls, they cannot be found out there in the world. That's why some people are miserable in one particular place and others are happy in the same fucking place. Happiness and peace, we choose to show them or hide them, in the end it's up to you, you wanna be happy? Burn the "social" version of "you", exorcise it if you will, only then will you trully come to know who the fuck you are, what you're fucking made of. See life through your own eyes, not through someone else's. Be yourself, let things be, stop trying to be perfect, and be free, only then will you trully be happy and at peace... CHEERS!