Local H - 1st Amendment Jitters lyrics

Bombard, gla** shard Tell me why you think that my life's so hard? The days of the weeks, the weeks of the years The years of my life would like to disappear Disappear, rash fear Music falls upon your rintin ears The notes of a "G" could have been a "D" Could have been an "E", could have been a "C" At sea you saw me In a shark cage struggling to breathe Turned your boat around, headed for dry ground You left me there to drown, you never made a sound Flap, flap, bad wrap Got my foot caught in your moral trap I fell to my knees, begging you please The sap from the trees, dripped off the leaves Dead leaves, bad sneeze You pushed me off the flying trapeze I fell to the floor, my back got sore The crowd wanted more, they began to roar Soft roar, old snore Thinking all the thoughts of a dinosaur Floor begins to crack like a big smokestack Driving us back past the Warsaw Pact Blood pact, hard smack Making me a part of your vicious attack The room begins to spin, my head begins to swim The lights grew dim, I think it's getting grim Uh, fat lip, bad trip Freedom of a speech in a censorship Fat lip, bad trip Freedom of a speech in a censorship, uh huh, huh Fat lip, bad trip Freedom of a speech in a censorship Fat lip, bad trip Freedom of a speech in a censorship