Blackfoot
All your words inspire no one
You've got no job, gonna save the world
Brotherman, you're full of what you smell like
Beautiful filth
You make excuses, refusing to be real
Spouting excerpts of inert propaganda
How long have you been out of touch?
With yourself and those all around you
I think it's time that you came down
Your bleeding heart smells of piss as you ride along
A vigilante in your Volkswagon slut bus
Your outlook on life is obscured by all the tripping and alcohol you've endured
I've seen through your eyes but you have mine
Feel free
When was the last time that you challenged yourself
When was the last time you listened to yourself
You make excuses, refusing to be real
You make excuses, refusing to follow through
I've seen through your eyes but you have mine
Feel free
Challenge authority, make them see what you see
Challenge authority, but make some sense, man
Hypocritical hippie in your new Mercedes
You're just a sell-out in need of a bath
credits
from Television [EP],
track released January 1, 2000
All songs written by Shackled Reality
Joe St. Pierre - guitar
Tom Guay - bass
Kris Milo - vocals
Greg Johnson - drums
A live record from the legendary Diamanda Galás finds the artist exploring the outer fringes of pop with only her voice and a piano. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2024