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