I hear you want to be rich.
I hear you want to be known.
Well, I hear life is a bitch
and then you die all alone.
You’re saying how you’re so bad,
a real criminal type,
but you just flirt with the devil,
then run on back to the light.
you’re just sheep for the wolves.
You’re talking breakdown and disorder.
You’re talking anarchy and fire.
Revolution and destruction,
you’re saying that’s what you desire.
From the comfort of your warm home,
the safest place in the whole world,
you don’t really want the danger;
you’re talking tough for all the girls.
you don’t know how protected you are.
I don’t think that you really believe
half the shit
that comes out of your mouth.
You’re parroting a fantasy
that you were sold
without an ounce of doubt.
The world is full
of shit talkers,
who brag about the things
they’ve never done.
And there’s a long line
of “free thinkers”
lining up to buy,
from each and every one.
Everyone wants someone to look up to.
Everyone has dreams of something more,
but it’s likely that your cause is right beside you,
should you take it,
simple and it doesn’t take a hero
to change the world,
or save the everyday.
The path to reality will find you
when you put all the useless shit away.
there’s somebody out there who needs you right now.