Waiting....

Sitting in the room waiting to seal their doom
A serious turn of events and you are left out on the fence feeling gloom
You get papered up so you have a guaranteed pass
You've been verbally rolled on so its time to kick ass
Speak the truth and you'll never forget
Its your family or theirs so you don't give a shit
No reason to study the words you've said
You've lived out the nightmare and your enraged seeing red
Pass up the verbiage and stick to the facts
Only Answer the questions and they will get off your ass
All parties involved knew all the risks
The speakers are scolded
And the doers get bracelets to wear on their wrists
absolved silence

Paper tiger

The paper tiger looks as mean as hell
It growls so loud your ears will swell
His teeth have been ground
And his claws have been cut
decommissioned killer a life less than a thriller
Sitting on a box directed by fools
Only one day between him and the jewels
A pile of spoils for the suffering toils
Growling at his past its one day and wont last
Mental silence

The bridge

two stories down with large steel rolling by
do you climb up over only to needlessly die
kicking your purse as you smoke and cry
who really gives a shit about the cars passing by
one foot on the bottom rail of the top fence
a second foot up and you start to regain common sense
thinking unemployed will leave you destroyed
fat on food stamps Americana annoyed
take a walk in the dark and hold tight to your mind
expand our horizontal freedoms and see what you can find
when the country collapses people start to mind
our hands are tied and the states are beginning to collapse
like a 1940"s dust bowl broke ass relapse
silent leader of losers

level ground

in the streets i hear all the noise aloud
pure adrenaline rush causing my heart to pound
as if a copper head you've stepped on spins round
make one mistake and you will be lucky to see
the punched venomous bite i sink into thee
snake bit and broken down my wrath will be your eternal crown
a permanent limp souvenir is your severance pay
and your embellished broken record story of that tragic day
keep acting the part and ill give you a complimentary two day head start
before i track your ass down and begin to disembowel you
inventory your parts and eat your heart
coiled silently awaiting lunch

tough guys

you are what you ride but only if you build
an iron stud dirty fist strong minded and dark willed
custom cut leathers from his bull a past pet
ragged out t-shirts the corporate bikers can never get
the only suit he owns is the painted on underneath
an rough ally cat with broken and missing teeth
your born to the life the corporate fucks pretend to live
calling their buddy's Harley windy or shiv
business is booming and were building bikes for those queers
as they stand in our shop buying our beers
yea we take credit cards especially yours!
silent line of losers