No One Shouts Anymore
Let's go shopping today
drive our fancy cars, smash guitars
as you listen to every word I say
Shopping malls all so crowded
teenage angst, as the innocent walk the planks
and ignore the rebel who's shouting
Crave a big mac
mustard and ketchup, no time to play make-up
how can I get my future back
I guess it's all for nothing
all our leaders nothing more that cheaters
never did anything, but atleast I said something
My father once fought for something yea
all we do now is argue, and misuse
but hey, I guess it was my idea
Who's shouting today
all the preppies, just the yuppies
who wave a flag of anti-gays
What's justice anyway
is it in their platform, making us conform
but I don't wanna play
in their game
Rebels use to burn yea
they use to mean something, when truth had a ring
but I guess it's all gone by the way
I can't complain
My father and I are still here
trying to bring some light, into this fight
to win equality away from fear
but that was yester-year
Just an empty streetcorner
cameras shy away, though we're here to stay
I guess it's back to south of the border
Copyright © John Allen | Year Posted 2006
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