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• Artiste: Kevin Devine
• Titre: No Time Flat
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Your skin's in my mouth But I'm thinking about thousands of things That don't got your name So I'm distant and weird Stopping your all ears But how can I say I've just been thinking that it's harder every year To find excuses that'll keep me in the clear The arbitrary lines I impress in the sand The proof the power's in my trashcan Well I'm looking older every day The lies I've told have turned to leather on my face The love I've lost has turned to needles in my heart But I'm to blame for all the bad parts By the choices I've made (hey hey) That's why I turn my face away I watch the debates Till I can't see straight Take abortion away And we'll dodge it just the same So I'm not sure why I vote Cause I just don't know what difference it makes It seems to me we get the same shit from them both Reforms don't work I think it's time we tried revolt But I don't got the guts to jump up first So I'll just shout until my throat hurts And I curse and I curse And while we fucked up in Iraq You say “support the troops” I do, I want them all brought back And every building you bombed raised from the ground And blow your contractors the fuck out And if you really go and reinstate the draft Just straight away just split the country straight in half Try arresting everyone who sends their draft cards back I'll be returning mine in no time flat In no time flat In no time flat In no time flat (yeah yeah yeah ba da ba) in a sense we're the same struggling to save face a question of scope how far you're willing to go to make right to your bones despite the risk involved a question of faith cause if we wait until we've all been burned to ash to tell the truth about the shit buried in our past we'll split a taxi to that firepit way down south so let's rise up and open our mouths cause you reminder me that it's harder every year to find excuses that'll keep me in the clear The arbitrary lines I impress in the sand The proof the power's in my trashcan And if you really go and reinstate the draft Just Straight away just split the country straight in half So try arresting everyone who sends their draft cards back I'll be returning mine in no time flat