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 we've got to ask.” You know the pavement is always hungry For those drops of your blood For that knee in your back Life is so incredibly long Like a kiss on a bridge between two nervous-a** kids Terrified of doing everything wrong Fickle, belligerent, fully existent And I don't wanna talk to all the people in their pickup trucks
Moving all their mouths To make it hurt so much You won't get my blood in some apologetic stop-gap gush You'll feel it all at once in a red, raw rush Overworked doctor is smoking in the doorway of the clinic While protesters picket different perspectives of the same prison The peace signs in pictures chucked up by the diminished Mean “Nobody's safe from the law” Cause they don't give a f** They don't give a f** about us