New Thrash

I've got so much trouble on my mind
That it feels if like i'm always
Sleepin' with the enemy,
But i know the real world
Always gets the last word in,
That's why i gotta kick reality

So don't tease me,
And try to say that i should care,
Might as well go out for mine
'cuz everybody's going out for theirs.

So don't tell me about a fake drug war,
Cut education programs more,
The people will one day learn and rise
'cuz not everyone is out to score

People always ask me why people are all fucked up;
At every corner there's a liquor store

Peace