In the service of your own sake
Stay away from those who break
All the hearts of the ones that they lay up in their beds
Force yourself awake
Take whatever you need to make
All the nerves in your body send the message to your head

Echoes of speakers ignored like sidewalk preachers
A call to get your fill, receipt to sign your bill
Pay me in change I need a certain kind
A green copper coin the hardest one to find

Before you lay down, make sure your conscience is clean
Clean lies the velvet that lines your wooden submarine

Get in all your action before your joints start cracking
With the youth that you are lacking ‘cause the future's no fun
Constantly forgetting the things that you are letting just pass you right by
As you argue that they're dumb

Echoes of speakers ignored like sidewalk preachers
A call to get you fill, receipt to sign you bill
Take some advice, listen to someone nice
What's "right is right" is called mixed messages
Before you lay down, make sure your conscience is clean
Clean lies the velvet that lines your wooden submarine


Lyrics submitted by BleedorBreathe

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