Woorden:
The Honor System Rise And Run

mess Who set this dinner plate? Pharmacist won't dine on what's prescribed (slightly nutritious, genetically delicious) The cadence rings out long and

.S.O.S.O.S The sound waves have been equalized Neatly compressed, soothing for all Counter culture has been commodified Its bottom lines, nickels and dimes Come on out and

we regress The savior's come to rescue Another dead end town The floodgates flew open Now we're sunken and eroded And deafening jingles fill the empty

that we hated but laughed at And passion sought but scoffed at Anxiety and risk outweighed the disappointment Sandpaper hands and dumpster smiles Buzzards overhead and

1000 miles an hour 1000 miles an hour - down An extra push And pillars fell. Now we're huddled tight in holding cells Alarms are on, pistols are drawn

hang) And took over the black woman (and her reply) (Is slang) The black woman wanted the Judge They runnin' from the cops They run, runnin', run, runnin