Can you point your finger?
Can you prove your loyalty?

The cough's a thunderclap

How can I believe in books
When my heart lies to me?

Morals, ideals, awareness, progress
Let yourself be heard

We're tools for the industry

Not living
Not dying
Life just means surviving

It wrings my head out like a filthy washcloth

Undetermined where to go
No solutions to our problems

Being boxed in
By friends

If you know
That ain't the way it always goes

Five beautiful girls robbed me

Ten years beyond the big sweat point

Monuments
Made with money

No more lies
We are responsible

Turning toward the supper table

We know who's murdering the innocent

Pack a chunk of the sun
Glue it to your heart, hold on

Grow old
Knowing
Always believing
Never doubt

So I'll work my youth away
In the place of a machine

My father, his family
Struggled through history

I mean, what I’m trying to say is how can I express, let alone possess?

When those bombs start fallin' on the first day World War III

Belligerent little man
With not a crank or linger

The lines are drawn
How are you to live?

Some examples of losers

A model to buy
A model to try
A model that will surely die

Pass doors like lines

A richer understanding
Of what's already understood

I keep thinking of Russia, Russia

The ruins of a culture still left maimed