The Flatliners - Fred's Got Slacks lyrics

Destroy positions of power and what stands between you and the final stretch Where you find out what happens in the end Man on the corner preaching, screaming the devil is coming! And the earth will plummet to the ground again I hope to d**h that no one knows and they don't find a way To bullsh**, cheat, lie, and steal Then run away through the trenches and the streets The famous alleyway I've got a feeling that today is not my day The facts have been stated, they're implausible The cause of the week Too heavy for a freak like me Like me Hit the brick running with the rhythm in your feet And all your feelings in a fist It's too much to resist when you're only 16 Waiting for the weekend train to come Right outta here 6 strings to the wind and I'm gone Head on collision with the barrel of our social forms gun When the shells hit the ground, it's time to go home Apathetic, were pathetic It's easy to see The fires ignited and the flames have gotten the best of me Hands up, fists high For everyone to see! Were destructive, so disruptive It's gotten to me Lets hit the streets and show em what we mean HEY! We've got the heart and mind to mix in with the gasoline Hopping along the border of whats rude and whats insane It's the same as everyday Everyday is the same Still haven't found the answers to the questions I've been asking And nothing strikes resemblance to the memory I remember Those days, didn't they seem so long ago? Free to go wherever we wanted Free to say no End of the line and were really wasting time End of the like and theres no one left behind us Hit the cobblestone road Theres precision in the distance Who gives a f** if hes a metro-s**ual? I know you did, cause you're a hetero-molestico Theres malice in the words that first seemed oh so comfortable Finding a new way can be devastating to some Look on the bright side, you're not the one toting a gun You wipe your a** like everybody does And ask for my reasons Well I've got none Hands up Fists high