Spit on It

Lyrics

This is a list in no particular order of the things that can keep a man stuck inside The fear of outside, the cannibal clerks that make mistakes only to blame themselves on you Grease in the palms of giant companies that should be building bombs Fastback frills that curdle over weeks Give me the chills Prevent awareness! This sucks Prevent awareness! Lost advice generously spilling from the mouths of decrepit casualties Who save their souls from forces that breed control It wasn't always this way Industry slaves catch the wave that kills art for pay I'm gonna feed you your children and eat from your bowl Sorely sought sounds more like poorly taught Prevent awareness! This sucks Prevent awareness! Weather and feather Ignored and vilified This ain't no list There ain't no order Keep your head stuck inside Your fear of outside You're stuck on inside You suck on inside Let's go out