I love straight shooters that shoot from the hip
Saying on record what he shouldn’t be allowed to think
Why they shouldn’t everyone knows yet it is still the accepted
norm
So we violate our right to vote by singing our protest song
Stripping away their dignity by staying true to form
Cold as ice yet twice as warm than a politician’s thong
You won’t believe if you are naive
You will cry no tears if you are your fears
Don’t get stuck in the government myth
You don’t want to be here
When your children are grieving
For the earth that is chained to the mast
Bringing down fiction is a holy mission
Standing in truth you can’t be aloof
This is not the time to go missing
You don’t want to be here
When the flowers aren’t growing
Cause the earth has been turned into dust
I love straight talkers that talk out of turn
Speaking their mind without resorting to drink
Why they shouldn’t nobody knows, as we are taught in
college dorm
So we obliterate our only hope by singing the same old song
I’m creating a day when I can see the good times are reborn
Dream in it too and it could be you
Cheers!
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