It doesn't surprise me the way you treat your girlfriend,
just makes me wonder why she don't stab you in your sleep.
And it doesn't surprise me when you mistreat your girlfriend,
just explains when kids threw knives they've been ordering out their teeth. (complete guess, if you have a correction, send.)
Late at night when the insects huddle on the sidelines,
and the clock chants in the hall
and the staircase squirms
and the lawnmower lets its gasoline be siphoned,
and the bed starts begging to be burned.
When everybody is on fire,
the American revolution will be over.
Well it doesn't surprise me the way people treat eachother,
just makes me wonder from which hole will the hope come next time.
It doesn't surprise me the way people mistreat eachother,
but it explains my on strike.
Late at night when the insects huddle on the sidelines,
and the clock chants in the hall
and the staircase squirms
and the lawnmower asks for its gasoline be siphoned,
and the whole city starts begging to be burned.
When everybody is one fire,
the American revolution will be over.