Текст песни All Or Nothing

The days blow by in agile moments of clarity and blind despair. With rage so thick it's bittersweet to see a smile come through here and there. You put your faith in living, but youthful idealism is no longer welcome here. I'm not dead yet. Hopes not dead yet. A hero's march down scorn filled halls defeats the charity of last years hell. Your vain eyes show no respect, just loss of recognition broken spirit burnt out will. Sing a song of cynicism a foul smell of shit decay and degradation in the midst of celebration. I'm not dead yet. Hopes not dead yet.

Christ we were dying in the streets running one last anthem through your heart. Swearing life on liberty I'll take a dream an ideal die sound in a lonely death. Pass this compromise on...... My regrets to Columbus (GA) and nothing more when Reagan became the final word. Just one month later they shot Lennon dead, will anybody cry for me? All nations claim until they day that I die, I am citizen. We'll let music rule our life, celebrate shortcomings. If it's not angry young and beautiful, I don't want any part of it. Who do you have to cheat to get what you want, who do you lie to, to get what you need? You deserve everything you got coming to you...

(* just because you can't play an instrument doesn't mean you shouldn't.)

Dear mother,
This is just survival.
Cannot promise your children everything,
But you would lie so they can sleep tonight.
Defeat tasted nothing like you said.
Still 22 days left till the end of the world.
My legacy was making you a man
For a justice I could not change.
This is one voice not to forget;
"Fight every fight like you can win;
An iron fisted champion,
An iron willed fuck up."

Can anybody tell me why God won't speak to me?
Why Jesus never called on me to part the fucking seas?
Why death is easier than living?
You can be almost anything
When you're on your fucking knees.
Not today,
Not my son,
Not my family,
Not while walking is still honest,
And you haven't given up on me.
Against Me! - All Or Nothing - http://ru.motolyrics.com/against-me/all-or-nothing-lyrics.html
Dear shithead,
This isn't happening;
The sky is really falling,
The paint's all made of lead,
There's asbestos in the walls,
Hell's come over to rip off the doors
To the priveleged mansion.
Do you want to love and feel it?
You can look but you can't taste it.
You can reach but you'll never have it.
We are untouchable;
Untouchable is something to be.

Can anybody tell me why God won't speak to me?
Why Jesus never called on me to part the fucking seas?
Why death is easier than living?
You can be almost anything
When you're on your fucking knees.
Not today,
Not my son,
Not my family,
Not while walking is still honest,
And you haven't given up on me,
And you haven't given up on me,
And you haven't forgotten me...

The chorus to this nights song is a predicted disgust. A bootstrap appeal to the light of the T.V. Rock n Roll shit, predicted hits, repeat and justify. Token tantrums fight the good fight and reflect, this is what's spoken regardless of what's real. It's the sound of a generation strumming to rebellion, at the drumbeat of the bandwagon. Sing to the crisis. Sing to the hope. Tomorrow's 8-track art in advert integrity. Pedestal flag waving, industry tricks for a soundtrack of suffering. My place in the sun, common legacy to learn, common hate to fear and cash in. Another anthem to the airwaves so raise your fist and sing. Is this the peoples music, or a pop songs lesson in freedom. Sing to the crisis. Sing to the hope. The next move the next direction the next prolific profit. New vibration to an era's institution. Rock n Roll bullshit, play it up again. Sway side to side and repeat dance the night away. Sing to the crisis. Sing to the hope.

We can have a day from here, if you'll take your heart put some faith in ideals. The bank line will all turn around and rent will pay itself. You can sleep tonight, little boys in sweat-shops will again be children and tonight they'll eat the lions share. Bombing skies will sing silent and the anger turn to laughter. On the crucifix Christ will turn his head and admit his own sin he was a martyr for. Your shoulders just as heavy there is no mercy from three holes and a bleeding forehead helping my life. Rob the promise and direction given to me. We're bound to self righteous living. Fingers rapping on the counter, patience wearing thin. It's just another work week, arthritis at 18 for a minimum living. Who has time to breathe, catch it before it's over, catch it before it eats you. Hello perspective this is just the human condition. It's universal love my god I think it's spreading. They'll kick you when you're down. Push you down when you're stumbling. Another day of dying is just evolution. You said freedom was a hope away an hand or a hard push. Is this inclusive thinking? We run by a thread, tongue in cheek idealists. I'm not giving up the claim that I can save the world and all I need is my friends.