We're All Going Home in an Ambulance - Reuben

At school the choices I made

Were rock and roll bands

And getting good grades

But brains and wearing all black

To some of these guys

It’s like a red flag

The taste of anyone’s fist

Is not a good vibe, or something I’ve missed

I was intimidated, assaulted, and for what?

I hope they choke…

Shrugged off the shit in my youth

Like growing up pains or losing a tooth

But it’s not a matter of age

They’re everywhere

These people don’t change

When I was in New York

A woman tried to start a fight with me

Because she thought I was Jewish

And somehow it felt wrong to tell her the truth — that I wasn’t

And I pray to God she chokes…

You’re going home in a fucking ambulance…

I once saw a man

With blood on his face

From beating up black kids

And I could hardly breathe

Your race, your faith

Or just your clothes incite

They drink and they fight

It’s not safe out tonight

Your race, your faith

Or just your clothes incite

They drink and they fight

So don’t go out tonight, don’t!

If your mum and dad

Hit you as a child

I feel sad for you

But that’s no excuse for it

Who says it’s okay

To behave in this way?

I can’t help but feel it’s us

For the sake of our own skin

We walk away, and it’s like we all say

«That's alright, it’s alright, it’s alright…»

I wish I had the guts

To stand up for myself

And for the others as well

Against these fuckers

Choke…