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I can't sing like Buffy, Buffy Sainte-Marie
But I know she would encourage me to just sing like me
I'm not well spoken like John Trudell
But I'd like to think my own words work pretty well
I've never drove down pow wow highway
I'm always doing things my way
Still trying to learn my ways that's why sometimes I say
I'm just a city living native and that's all I'll ever be
I don't belong on the rez I don't belong with whitey
Just a product of abusive boarding school assimilation
Kill the Indian save the child? (No!)
Kill the American save the Native
I can't rhyme like Drezus or Nataanii Means
So I play punk rock with my guitar strumming
Indigenous vegan, never heard of that before
but 1491 is still the year I'm wishing for
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Die For Your Country
03:53
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Feels like the walls are closing in
Feels like the sun is going dim
Feels like hell is freezing over
Social distancing means I can't use your shoulder
To cry on, I'm not gonna lie
Some room to breathe would be fucking nice
The weight bears down inside my chest
As I wait to see what happens next
Die For Your Country
Means die for wall street
Because capitalism
Is their religion
Waging holy wars
On the working poor
Because capitalism
Is their religion
Will we keep our jobs? How will we keep our homes?
Are we forever doomed to this survival mode?
Is it the end of days? Is it the seven plagues?
Or are we just going through growing pains?
I want to believe in a better world
I want to believe in a better life
But right now it feels like time is still
As I walk this tight rope circus line
I could write a thousand songs about this
and use a thousand different phrases
and tell a thousand different stories
about a thousand different faces
but the poor will still be poor
and the cops will still be racist
yeah we need something more
in about a thousand different places
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When will I see your face again?
I just hope its before the summer ends
I want to hold your hands and dance with you
I want to know there's something I can do
We're gonna leave this world to rot
We'll slam a beer in the parking lot
Rebellion begins inside your soul
But it's so hard to stay afloat
I wanna hear your voices sing
I wanna hear your voices scream
I wanna sweat I wanna bleed remember,
how it feels to feel everything
Cops and bosses and CEOs
Are doing what, only god knows
But they need us more than we need them
Why should we save their cruddy system?
Well I don't wanna live in fear but if I
Said I felt brave that'd be insincere
I've never been more terrified
In my entire fucking life
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It was a dark December morning I was wasted at your bench
On the first anniversary of your death
I poured some out and tried to comprehend
I'm sorry that the last few years I wasn't a friend
If it wasn't for you I might not be in this place
You took me in the scene gave me a place to put my rage
Wish that I could relive those crusty Art Lab days
Changed my life while you were here and when you went away
Life's too short to let your hate drive
For me to learn this lesson I wish you didn't have to die
Because I can't change the past and I can't bring you back
So I'll have to settle for screaming at the sky.
Unresolved feelings I know won't go away
It's nobody's fault yeah, that's what they say
Because we all got bad habits flowing through our veins
Just a matter of how dangerous a game you like to play
Life is coming down on all of us one at a time
So why am I not doing nothing better with mine
Is this what happens when punks have to grow up?
We don't know how to and then we get stuck?
We spent our adolescence like an endless weekend
Then one Monday morning some of us woke up dead
Bottled up our feelings with a hundred proof stamp
Now all we've got to show is empty pockets, hearts, and hands
So I may not change the world
(Truth be told)
But I can probably change mine
(I'm afraid to really start)
But I've got to do it soon
(But I'm gonna try real hard)
Because i"m running out of time
(To walk on with and open heart)
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Capitalism ruined my life but punk rock saved my soul
I used to think I'd wanna die before I could grow old
And I don't know a single man who's never been a toxic asshole
Nobody owes us forgiveness but we owe ourselves growth
I remember when I was just a timid 14 year old
I didn't have the music or any place to go
Until I heard it playing on Harsha's shitty stereo
Sewed a patch onto my hoodie and since then I haven't let go
Remember when you were 16 and you didn't have a clue
Now time has passed and it's still true but now you're 22
You've learned a lot but you're twice as broke and 3 times as screwed
You're still stupid but it's been a long time since you've huffed any paint or glue
And we're all suffering but we're doing it together which is better than suffering alone
We're all pissed off at the past, disappointed with the present, and we're terrified of what the future holds
Because our time is finite and we're all gonna die
And most of the time I want to cry
But there are some things that not even god knows
Yeah there are some things that not even god knows
Respect to the ones still rising, it's hard to stand your ground
Optimism is a lie that's worth believing so I've found
Because I"m not blocking trains but I'm not blowing out my brains
One is more extreme unlike how the media portrays
Life was coursing through your hands but death was the color of your blood
No one can truly walk away but you got buried in the flood
It's all a gamble from the start in this truth we all must share
We chase this truth with broken hearts and clothe ourselves with the burdens we bear
Do not be overtaken, do not be beaten weary
Tragedy lives forever but sorrow is temporary
Letting go is a process to slow to save my soul
It will all be over soon, it can only last a lifetime now.
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