Retreat to Nowhere
I'm retching on the dirt, it's earthiness coating my throat.
I'm wincing on the bitterest pill.
I refuse to swallow.
I'm offered the warmth of a velvet glove, an iron fist to some.
I'm hounded by white - right might that wants the country pure.
I'm incensed by those in awe of "living amongst their own".
Selective perfection will cut their own throats!
I'm constantly forcing the point, but we're all retching on dirt, =
and we'll choke if we don't spit it out!
Jude Law And A Semester Abroad
Listen I'll tell you a story
Of lines you never get back
This is a reason to worry
The trials that make you a man
It's when I have my first heart attack
And I can't even breathe
You tell the truth, I know you wouldn't lie
That I'm on my last beat
So listen I'll tell you a story
Of trials that made me a man
This is a long destination
So try as long as you can
It's when I have my first heart attack
And I can't even breathe
You tell the truth, I know you wouldn't lie
That I'm on my last beat
Of lines you never get back
This is a reason to worry
The trials that make you a man
It's when I have my first heart attack
And I can't even breathe
You tell the truth, I know you wouldn't lie
That I'm on my last beat
So listen I'll tell you a story
Of trials that made me a man
This is a long destination
So try as long as you can
It's when I have my first heart attack
And I can't even breathe
You tell the truth, I know you wouldn't lie
That I'm on my last beat