Your Mother

Your mother and my honor they were fighting and it was so inviting
To watch all of the wailing and the crying
And I don’t wanna talk reality. It’s nothing but a fallacy
You said perspective’s so subjective it don’t count for anything
Yeah I got some dreams, do you wanna hear about em?
Yeah, no one ever do. That’s why I gotta shout em
That’s why I gotta make ‘em before I start to doubt ‘em
Cuz nothing baby, nothing lasts for ever ‘cept for dreams and nights without ‘em
All the guns are loaded and the boys are high
Let’s go out to the desert and we’ll watch ‘em die
Let’s watch by satellite
And give evil a name now
Or use a word like ‘freedom' like a club to beat away our shame now
Freedom seems so much like fighting anyhow these days
Cuz when nobody loves you or cares what you do
You don’t get much freer than that, now do you?
You don’t get no freer than that I don’t think
And I’m so sick of this stink
And that’s why I woke up today
Singing what they don’t give to me I’m gonna take
For everything they’ve taken from me