Slavens)



I don't belong to the Buffalo Club

but I sure would like to wake up in the morning

and find out it's all been a terrible dream

does anybody see it as a warning



have you been out there on the street

pretty lights above your head

pretty bricks beneath your feet

clean off the spray paint on the walls

clean the kids and clean their minds

until there's nothing left to clean except the sky



have you been checking out the changes

I hear so many names

I see so many different faces

all the suffering from the same disease

did you find out young that life is short

and try to take the easy way out

there's no easy way out



how I wish that I could be naive

I long to be taken in

tricked into beleiving again