It was back in community college, it must have been a writing class, and he said something about how we need the cops to protect us. And I snapped. "Protect us," like the night when you got kidnapped by the pigs. They tore up the house on their way out, so when Scott got home he'd worry you got taken by somebody worse. I played the show that night, although my blood was fire in my mouth, until he walked into the room--still free, at least for now. And we were young once, and sang songs about not giving a fuck, acting like we had some guts. Well, how about now? It was at a show someplace. Really, it could have been almost anywhere. Someone kept yelling to stop playing politics, because no one care's. And it's a game, like the time the U.S. marshals came for you before the sun was up. Guns drawn for breakfast. "Open up this door before we kick it down." And we were young once, and sang songs about not giving a fuck, acting like we had some guts. Well, how about now? And we were young once, and sang songs about not giving a fuck, acting like we had some guts. Well, how about now? How about now? How about now?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
