Occupying The Time
Yesterday occupying wall street
Tomorrow occupyingToledo
As they occupy entire countries
they would like to occupy the World
Tomorrow occupying
As they occupy entire countries
they would like to occupy the World
Well wall street is occupied
I hear they're complaining on TV
That people can't get into restaurants
Oh the tragedy
Well I don't watch TV
So I would have to hear about it
I hear they're complaining on TV
That people can't get into restaurants
Oh the tragedy
Well I don't watch TV
So I would have to hear about it
& who's agenda shall we follow
Surely not our own
& we can't afford a good lawyer
Who shall step up
& speak for the ninety-nine percent
Will the pretty, hip spokesperson
Please stand up
Who's gonna look out for the people's needs
Surely not our own
& we can't afford a good lawyer
Who shall step up
& speak for the ninety-nine percent
Will the pretty, hip spokesperson
Please stand up
Who's gonna look out for the people's needs
Careful of the change you ask for
Change is such a vague random word
Makes a great political slogan
Tomorrow is columbus day
That raping conquistador son of a bitch
I hear there will be classes tomorrow
On how to meditate & levitate on out of here
Plus classes on spiritual warfare
& other oxymorons
Change is such a vague random word
Makes a great political slogan
Tomorrow is columbus day
That raping conquistador son of a bitch
I hear there will be classes tomorrow
On how to meditate & levitate on out of here
Plus classes on spiritual warfare
& other oxymorons
But tomorrow is my laundry day
I have to go to the grocery store
To buy crackers for the pot of soup I cooked
Plus I have a tenant meeting
Tomorrow night
Plus I just don't want to occupy anything
It's such an ugly word
It's such an ugly world
I have to go to the grocery store
To buy crackers for the pot of soup I cooked
Plus I have a tenant meeting
Tomorrow night
Plus I just don't want to occupy anything
It's such an ugly word
It's such an ugly world
Confessions Of An american Outlaw #144
(Transmissions For Vincent Van Gogh)
(Transmissions For Vincent Van Gogh)
Van Gogh dead at thirty-seven
Obscure artist,
mentally ill
They say the height of his madness
Was the height of his creativity
Drugs & art consume you
I know
He puts a gun to his chest
One last painting
Splattered red
Obscure artist,
mentally ill
They say the height of his madness
Was the height of his creativity
Drugs & art consume you
I know
He puts a gun to his chest
One last painting
Splattered red
They call him brilliant these days
He never heard it
He never saw
The money exchanged
For his work these days
He puts a gun to his chest
Bang . . .
He never heard it
He never saw
The money exchanged
For his work these days
He puts a gun to his chest
Bang . . .
He currently lives in
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