No Service Project Suburban Trail
well we’re born and we’re bread
and we’re taught and we’re fed
all the brains in my head
can’t contain all that’s said
so I live and I die
and I fall in the line
and I won’t tell a lie
and I won’t ask why?
till I die, till I die, till we die, you and I
why am I still standing in line?
till I die, till I die, till we die, you and I
why am I still standing in line?
I’m leaving tomorrow
I leave you my sorrow
as I flee
to a different me
it’s a pick-a-path with a penalty
for the wrong chase
pick it fast
or for eternity you’ll have a long face
give it up lay down at the tack you’re at
but I don’t want no motherfuckin’ life like that
’cause they’re on my back
and they’re in my head
but the free ride stops
when the daylight sheds
’cause I’m busting out and
I’m breaking free
keep the sorrow,
I’m on to a different me
I’m leaving tomorrow
I leave you my sorrow
as I flee
to a different me
