Bricks

Lyrics
Try to sell me a paper Praising your own kind It's not your own words It's not your own mind That place is better than this This place is better than that Think you make a difference But you're just someone to laugh at [Instrumental interlude] Seventeen years of fighting Everything I came across Now I realize that I always lost It's come time to end The tranquilization of my mind 'Cause now I've got a brick in my hand Now I know what I must find So take a good look around Tell me what you see Always on your ass You complain of my apathy Bricks are put together As the trees fall And I got my own brick And I ain't gonna build no wall
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Credits
- Writers
- Jeff Ott