How you wanna live? Can you conceive of a living wage? Or does it all just sound Like something somebody else would say Even when they talk so calmly, They say "there's only a couple of questions that we've gotta ask" You know the pavement is always hungry For those drops of your blood For the knee in your back, oh Life is so incredibly long Like a kiss on the bridge between two nervous assed kids Terrified of doing everything wrong Fickle, belligerent, full existent And I don't want to talk to all the people in that people truck Moving all their mouths To make it hurt so much You won't get my blood In some apologetic stopgap gush You'll feel it all at once In a red raw rush Overworked doctor is smoking in the doorway of the clinic While protestors picket different perspectives of the same prison And the peace signs and pictures chucked up by the minute Mean nobody's safe from the law 'Cause they don't give a fuck They don't give a fuck about us They don't give a fuck They don't give a fuck about us