What we've got is an amalgam of spent ideals, an incomprehensible mismatch of spent ideals. Self-congratulatory edicts spit from gold-plated mouths, that will never understand what it means to miss a meal. Don't tell me what I need until you've needed anything. Private-school anarchists with bought trains of thought, donned in T-shirts screaming slogans of wars never fought. And I'm supposed to hide my change? For who and for what? To appease the piss-antspretending their haves are have-nots? I know what you came out here for.

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    General CommentMy gawd where on earth does he come up with some of these words. I'm pretty smart and intellectual to say the least, but in no way can I write a song with some of those words he uses. Incredible. This is one of my favorite songs on their new album!
    savemefromtearson July 22, 2002   Link

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