Last Things Lyrics

I'm running, I'm passing, it's funny the last thing I've had in my thoughts been a run, I got lost in A puzzle or crossed into trouble, is it just me? Are the walls thin around here? They must be I jump on a bus, leave this pungent industry And grunt in disgust, these chumps couldn't touch me I vanish and trust me, not embarrassed or alarmed Their advantage is gone And that's the way to keep the people calm Then proceed to strong measures Leisurely submission with my lethal bombs And we're equal in all respects but one They're secretly armed, and the web's not spun For a test run, the heat will return in another Beslan And we all best run when the War is being fought for a corporate cause Its enormous importance is all about forcing us Down on all fours, bound up and tossed Around 'til we're lost, now sound the applause And our last resort used to be that we could Ask a court, I refuse to believe The accused can't plea to defend against A semblance of a gutless grin Guard us watch us when our father's touches end His heart, his conscience can't And god his clutches sting And as much as I pretend to be part of a trend I could nod every ten seconds and descend Down to the bottom, but the harder we bend The closer we are to the start of the end

Now if living is giving, I deliver, I'm not Driven to give in, and if all I got Is limited or prohibited for the Inevitable imminent minute when I fall It's vivid and evident I had a lot more Than I wanted and I want to be letting that go After all, a cup is better half than whole They're knocking at your door but you don't have to go Just laugh when you're told that you have to be cold And outlast any foe, cause they're never that strong It's a fact that we know what we lack when we grow And I'm heading back home down Telegraph Road If I get a backbone strong enough to carry the weight Climb aboard cause my raft won't break We border on the state of disorder, and the Stakes Is Still High, but you can see it with a skilled eye
You're in the country of last things, And the lights keep flashing In the country of last things, Time keeps passing In the country of last things, Why keep asking why?

Listen up closely, I'm pissed off and won't be Conditioned to act or to think like they want me I'm part of the game, all the same I refuse To play by the book there's a flame on my fuse A burning concern to be heard, and I'm learning The best way to tackle the burden is pack all I've earned In a box, the world won't turn with a sermon But a whirlwind of rocks If a word was enough Could you verbally stop All the murderous plots and defeat wrong Save all your possessions, Recoil from aggression and keep strong Can a sweet song mend men Or defeat laws when men don't agree Or descend in a sin bin of fools Am I bending the rules Can we make an amendment to end the abuse

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