We look for our roots
Some desperate, alone
Some casual, satisfied
Upturn the earth
Rebel and revel
Your dainty covering
Illusions of frail blue
Your shallow mind asleep
He writhes like a snake
Dig your whole
Find yourself
Consciousness like a pariah
Ostracized by a Caribbean witchdoctor
Your silent screams like a barroom mirror
So you want to know who you are?
Go ask James Dean
Her gold idol shatters like a dead father
Orphan in the doll house
Blood like a light in a prison
Scars hidden worse than a gun shot
Rejection is a subtle murder
Come alive like a Sarte book
Little village of pain
It's hard to live without love
Custer likes genocide
Rednecks jealous over the casino's
They like drunken indians on corners
Refugees flee the war machines
She finds out who her real father is
She cried when she lost homing queen
Shallow graves every where
Success like a snake eating a rat
Tears awakened by a bleeding world
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