Contra's
introductions to rebellions
hellraising rapscallions
juvenile unthinkwits.
Delinquents
produced by the century destined to become the toe tags in the step up society.

Who would you rather be?
would you rather be you with all that we know and nothing of the things that you thought that you knew?
Would you rather be me?
I'd rather be him
I'd rather be her
I'd rather imagine that together we'd share some emotional turmoil,
coiling around each other, limbs moving in time and then together in time we'd be
linked to the universe,stars in the stars, corking the moonbeams in glass stopper jars.
Rebelling
telling the rakes
informing them
all that it takes is
a little patience.

I'm a blue-collared, back talkin' *******
Without an ounce of respect for this world
Got a beer in my left hand, a guitar in my right
Black eyes that shine like diamonds and pearls

Got a switchblade sharper than your girlfriend's knees
Better hold your breath, baby, I'm a social disease
And if there's one thing with the time I'm alive
If you wanna learn to live, you gotta know how to die

So let's go for a ride through the canyons of Hell
Where we're goin', no one knowin', too afraid to tell
Ain't no stoppin' this train til we're off the tracks
And this conductor says there ain't no turnin' back

Pin the throttle to the floor, three hundred and six
Where the hellraising ******* of rock get their kicks
'Til we're passed out on the tracks and to the heavens we cry
Cuz ain't nothin' like livin' like learnin' to die