How you wanna live?
Can you conceive of a living wage?
Or does it all just sound
Like something somebody else would say?

Even when they talk so calmly
They say, "There's only a couple questions
We've gotta ask"
You know the pavement is always hungry
For those drops of your blood
For that knee in your back, oh

Life is so incredibly long
Like a kiss on a bridge
Between two nervous ass kids
Terrified of doing everything wrong
Fickle, belligerent, fully existent

And I don't wanna talk
To other people in their pickup trucks
Moving all their mouths
To make it hurt so much

You won't get my blood
In some apologetic stop gap gush
You'll feel it all at once
In a red raw rush

Overworked doctors smoking
In the doorway of the clinic
While protesters picket
Different perspectives, the same prison
The peace signs and pictures
Chucked out by the ?
Mean nobody's safe from the law

'Cause they don't give a fuck
They don't give a fuck about us
They don't give a fuck
They don't give a fuck about us


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