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When ya pissin in the wind 
 and a hurricane blows
and driftin too far drownin 
 deep in a sea of woes

When feet of clay crumble
 from under ya weight
and ya drink to forget but 
 ya know it’s too late

And ya wanna vent but
 it’s better ya don’t
and ya wanna leave but 
 ya know you won’t

Ya suck it up and try
 to be a better man
and substitute reality
 with anythin ya can

And ya no longer fear 
 and no longer care
and ya look in the mirror 
 and wonder who’s there

And the dogs of time are
 howlin at the moon
and ya feel such that you’ll 
 be joinin them soon

And that silence ya hear
 means nothin at all
and ya feel like another
 brick in the wall

And that road ya travellin 
 is aimless and long
and it’s paved with sh-it 
 and has been all along

It sucks that mortal men
 burn in a flamin pit
when church and state call 
 but don’t deserve it

And enemies ya see aren’t 
 what ya led to believe
and the fabric of truth is a 
 dense tangled weave

And the newspaper ya read
 is a propaganda page
and the media distorts what
 news it doesn’t stage

And a crisis of ignorance
 takes a frightenin toll
and that scream you hear 
 comes from your soul

And the winds of war blow
 just like they used to
for the storms are gatherin 
 but what am I to do

And the medicine ya take
 has blood on its hands
and it ain’t to cure you but
 no one understands

It’s only then ya realise that
 everythin ya love is dyin
and it’s then ya ask yourself
 what’s the use in tryin

And that fork in the road 
 lays just up ahead
and ya wanna go straight 
 but ya veer instead

But the clock’s tickin upon 
 the midnight hour
and the taste of death is 
 both sweet and sour

Alas do what you must for 
 it is not well to exist
when the sum of all things 
 are too much to resist


  Written: February 1996
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