Jbm Ambitions & War
I hear strange sounds In the voices that come from the clowns Who dressed up as snakes To fight for their stake in the town
I feel heat, it pounds On the streets where they fight for the crown And everyday I pull further away From the crowd
To the life that lives in my head But has no feet on the ground Of the love filled streets where The passing people smile you down And all those nice ideas That don't stick around here
Doesn't that competing bullshit drag you down? Do the things you're needing Make the things you're feeling count? And when you've killed every last man standing Will you look around To see that your fears Didn' t go down with the crowd
