Bohemian C - Billy the Kid

I’m leaving, to a place much better than this f*cking hole

Got plans and goals that I just can’t let go

But they can’t come true when I’m all tied up in rope

Not being literal, I’m metaphoric yo

Hate’s got me talking crazy I’m just not my own

Wish I could just let go, of the things that bound me to this world

Like the church of hot addiction, or being lost in contradiction

When the moon goes down, I’m already gone…

This too shall pass, all hope isn’t lost

Maybe we’ll still make the best of it, we’ll go into trance

We’ll give a f*ck about everything

But when the time comes to make up your mind

Will you fight with your hands

Or will you lay down and die?

It’s thoughts like these that’s gonna f*ck us up

Share the knowledge of the truth and get your stance up

Let them ge the pain out, take a little rage out

Turn them on the people that be greased out with money

Lies, deception and corruption

All the things we care about, think we love

Can’t live without, are nothing…

But means of crowd control

— The extended gutters packed full of scum that you call society are making me

sick

Whores, thieves, killers, taking up oxygen and corrupting spirits

Politicians are masked magicians

Making all signs of will and independence disappear

Controlling the masses through acts of so-called terrorism

Like 9/11 and the recent exploding wars overseas

Controlling minds through fear, debt, and religion

There’s a new world order forming, and taking over

It won’t be long before we find ourselves slaves

Of the corporations and the world government

It’s on us to take a stand, introduce a little anarchy…

I’ll blow my brains out before I let my knees touch the f*cking ground…