Lyrics

War

I dont have a face, a name or a number to call. As an outcast, in a psychotic division in war. Feeling like I’m yelling but I’m only softly telling that it’s done. Boy u better run, you better run.

Acting like he’s moving driven by slow pity pain. On he’s way to exile, cause the sun fooled the rain. Counting all the crossroads from One to One hundred and ten. Burning ideas, back at 1B again.

Creation is a creation not a lie for the old eye, celebration to the people versus note eye and eye. Sunday in a rumble with Miss fortune and G In that torturing chapter Who are him blind with greed. The old line of history is poverty for us But poverty is history for all none of us. Unrighteous treatment and my Brother will fall You Stand up for justice you vote peace for all

I dont have a face, a name or a number to call. As an outcast, in a psychotic division in war. Feeling like I’m yelling but I’m only softly telling that it’s done. Boy u better run, you better run. Walking down the path to my Island, a walk of shame. In denial. Know who to blame? Been rolling and running and hiding been sane and insane. In denial. Same within sane.

Freebirds

Once we were young we were 21.
In your house on the street we had lots of fun
Now we are men with responsibilities
Children wifes and mortgages
But we still and always will
Rock in our skaburbian way
Do as we please no matter what they say
We have the sun shine on our side and the moonlight is shining so bright
Life is a tricky road, some times I’ve been down the ditch for sure but always
We will be united as one.
My love for you is beyond this world
With F, N, O, E and Jr
Cool as Free birds