Written To Ratatat's 'Loud Pipes'

i stare out the window every chance i get and why
did i let someone take control of my eyes
and give them to a kid with ADD
and free him from his riddalin
his aderol amphetamine note the lack
of suffix 'zine',
look who just scored at the pharmacy
and we can blame it on the culture but never on the magazines
that advertise
but every time i get high, i gotta fly to safe havens
never found like treasure cached by ravens
save them from themselves, the kids on the weed
that terrible drug that causes laughter and stupidity
but never greed, and every time i breath
i breath in cancer
from the legal plant
supported by our government and answer
me this, these questions three, why can't
i live free, free from corruption, this money
that i see on the tv screen,
and sometimes in my hand
but mostly just a number in my bank account i can't understand
the link to happiness anymore, suffocated at adolescence
we give our youth the description without the past present future tenses
of riches, and fluidity, on the day to day life
that's fueled by money and guns and credit cards
how could they ever understand that life is harder
when everything is nickel and dimed and wagered and bartered
just to save a dollar for the bank account plastic cards
which puts deadly chemicals on their yards so their children
can get cancer before they're reaching puberty
but greens the color of everything their parents see

every time i see children playing in the yard
i smile
most people see nothing and disregard
the time once spent worrying about piss on the sheets
and not about tomorrow and the next paycheck they need

most people would bleed than rather suffer the stress
the mental disease of worrying about mouths to feed
and pay satan for heat rather than the breeze and
houses they don't own they gotta pay or they'll be on the street
and i wish that was all but they got more fees
because simplicity is treated as bare bones
they've got three kids and five cell phones
cable tv with the mercedes so they can look happy
to people, they don't know, neither do their friends
some would say they were all alone
but think about it if you were drowning in a lake
would you worry about making sure
you had a rolex on your wrist, when your hand they take
and drag you out and breath life back in your face
better make sure you've got your arm and leg
that the credit card companies, irs, and loan sharks would take
i'd rather fake it
for my children's sake cause yours are already at the bottom of the lake

every time i see children playing in the yard
i smile
most people see nothing and disregard
the time once spent worrying about piss on the sheets
and not about tomorrow and the next paycheck they need

I look at people and their eyes look down
they'd rather have their life suffer than receive a frown
from suits and crowns they treat me like a clown
but i'm happy and I don't care about my looks or clothes
i've got one thing about my appearance, one thing i'd like to expose
that their eyes don't see behind their folds of skin, in mine there's one
thing you'll find it's that these wrinkles aren't from the stress of time
or frowning or wincing or from dissenting kin, they're from smiles
the happiness within, and they may have better cars and maybe some fine art
but i'm the only one in this city with a gold plated heart
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
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