The Kids Are Ready to Die all these inanimate places feel like there changing the kids are lined up on the wall like they're ready to die his arms ascend its like they just rearranged them we're all caged up like animals, questioned and ready to cry
'cause i was just thirteen when i got my first taste of danger standing by the church i had a bottle and a pen in my hand i said 'father, i'm sorry, i just don't know what to do with this anger' misbehavior is correctable, i know this wasn't part of you plan but little fucks like us we were always receiving instruction and you could burn our cloths you could wash out the ink and the dye but you can't look me in the eye and say you don't feel like a little destruction and the kids are lining up on the wall and they're ready to die and the kids are lining up on the wall and they're ready to die
all these days just seem like they're getting longer
the view from my room, its a gloomy and over cast day the weakness we left it behind seems to be getting stronger i swear theres something in the air and i don't know what anyone could say
'cause i saw the news this morning there was another and a boy the side of the road he had a gun in his hand i thought oh what could you say to make it ever make sense to his mother oh man he was excitable, we were just trying to make him a man but the day will come when it falls like a cheap house of plastic and the cards that were dealt will be tossed like a stone in the sky and you can only lie for so long before you get something drastic and the kids are lined up on the wall and they're ready to die and the kids are lining up on the wall and they're ready to die