Rancid "Junkie Man" |
The common man don't suffer pain like this Only the soul that has never been kissed Let us adore our beatiful son He's riding on the rivers of Babylon Booting up and shooting up and bring on the brightness See the son of God is coming up and I see a likeness Internalize the lunacy, the misery is showing When you're brought up, you're caught up in a system that is going No one answers, no one takes that call from you (times 3) Junkie man, tell me what you're story is (times 2) Water I desire Some parents' house is on fire Slowly the house gonna burn to the ground The neighborhood will watch, they're gonna sound Will someone be a witness, please tell me that he's crazy But he's not and they know that and can't get him 'cause he's not crazy Beat him, lock him, knock him, take away his authority Hit 'em, ship 'em, club 'em, submitted conformity No one answers, no one takes that call from you Junkie man, tell me what your story is My hand went blind You're in the vane, clairvoyant You're in the vane, clairvoyant My hand went blind I make love to my transister My transister And my transparency from the balcony I looked out on the big field On the big field, it opens like the cover of an old bible And out come the wolves Out come the wolves, their paws trampling the snow and the alphabet I stand on my head watching it all go away Booting up and shooting up and bring on the brightness See the son of God is coming up and I see a likeness Internalize the lunacy, the misery is showing When you're brought up, you're caught up in a system that is going No one answers, no one takes that call from you Junkie man, tell me what you're story is Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |