God's Grill
the clouds hung heavy today, like a pregnant belly bout to drop
you try to tell em to stop
i got a 4-letter word and a glass of something sticky
takes two to make a road movie, man, come with me
square peg with a round hole state of mind
waitin on a deadbeat deity takin his time
wastin mine chasin blind ambitions and petty concerns
unwinding sunshine instead of letting it burn
about as manic as the planet is consistent
an unstable stasis, changing faces of existence
oh, the irony's tying me down, earthbound,
like a broken-hearted rapper in a one horse town
so if you see my inspiration, please tell her that i miss her
and i apologize for all that business with her sister
papa's got a brand-new bone to pick clean
i could beat it to death, but what the fuck does it mean?
tryin to find some sort of solace in an inkblot? i think not,
my life is like a dirty kitchen sink shot
a little bit of this and a lot of blurred vision
a grown man's body with an infant's indecision
isn't that something? on the run, a rebel without a passport
wisdom accumulating like the dust on my dashboard
new blend in my tapedeck, fresh paycheck
still i'm bent on spending money i ain't even made yet
just a red, white and belligerent cowboy caper
long-dead figurehead printed on a piece of paper.

just reading the grafitti on the bathroom wall,
sometimes the sunshine doesn't bother me at all
still i can't shake the feeling of erosion
perched on the edge of an implosion, frozen
chosen for a different destiny, second-guessing
letting the depression get the best of me
there's an angel sitting next to me with headphones on
i wish to god that i could sing along
it's just a love song written on a runaway train
we all wanna place blame, but no one'll lay claim
take aim at the center of the madman's vision
question the intentions of a bad man's prison
the badlands have risen, but i'm walking on air
hovering above it like i f*ckin don't care
livin to forget so i forget to live
sweat what i get instead of what i get to give
twelve steps to sincerity, twenty milligrams of clarity
some kind of modern misanthropic mode of therapy
preparing me for the long walk home on eggshells
one foot after the other til my legs fail
next in a long line of lost causes, take your place
a belly laugh in the face of a petty paper chase
take a taste of the medicine made by exploring the
modern man's notions of normalcy, conformity
forming some sort of semblance of a status quo
status symbolism, let your status show
one addiction shy of a junkie, but who's counting?
drop in the bucket turned penny in the fountain

it hurts, don't it? a holy humbling pain
makes me numb in the brain, but i ain't one to complain
it's a big, big world after all
nothing like the realization that you're infinitely small
getting smaller every day, make way for the children
forests now forgotten by the buildings
watch the bombs drop on television, do they make a sound?
camera like a rifle, burning cities to the ground
like that, through division we're connected
where acquisition and religion intersected
get it, set it aflame, stay ahead of the game
the ends justify the bread that's obtained
one man's pain is another man's profit
got you thinking it's impossible to stop it
so you drop it, maybe it's the nature of the beast,
gotta reach for creature comforts or you meet your defeat
seeking release, 'cause speaking your piece could be treason
when you rule by fear, then you don't need reason
no rhyme or written word could put a finger on the villain
simple answers taste great, less filling
freedom is a catchphrase, i ain't free
and yet i'm freer than many people could ever hope to be
see the problem? a lotta times i gotta wonder whether
it's gotta get a lot worse before it gets better
until then, my loved ones are my only concern
and i'ma be damned if i'ma watch them burn

one is for the babies and the children,
two is for the bridges that we're building,
three's for those who ain't willing to watch them burn

one is for the wonder of existence
two is for the spirit of resistance
i'ma watch the stars from a distance, and watch them burn.

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