Ten Hands The Buffalo Club
(Slavens) I don't belong to the Buffalo Club but I sure would like to wake up in the morning and find out it's all been a terrible dream does anybody see it as a warning have you been out there on the street pretty lights above your head pretty bricks beneath your feet clean off the spray paint on the walls clean the kids and clean their minds until there's nothing left to clean except the sky have you been checking out the changes I hear so many names I see so many different faces all the suffering from the same disease did you find out young that life is short and try to take the easy way out there's no easy way out how I wish that I could be naive I long to be taken in tricked into beleiving again