Belmont and Clark - Glue

I’m trying to give back, more than sarcasm and lust

You gotta know that this class

Ain’t big enough for the both of us

Seems like you popular kids never learn

Your tribals tattoos are different than these ciggarettes burns

Jumping through hoops, full time to get medical care

Cause having coverage today is so rare

I need to get better, they want bigger donations

I’m sick of the weather, so i’m looking for locations

Bigger than one horse and smaller than hell

And i’ll get there with nothing but a story to tell

My idols died by the bad timing of gunpowder

So it’s ironic how much it’s provoked us to get louder

On sidewalks and train cars, packed bars

And vocal booths, we’re looking for ideas and truth

For generation need a label, dying for a slogan

Glue has come together to fix what’s been broken

The top’s a lonley place

But the stars always fall to the bottom

I’m not leaving this city

Until there’s no doubt that i’ve got em

We make hiphop so ya’ll could appreciate

But then remixed it, so rock kids can relate

To using double pedals for hardcore screamers

Using a resaaince type of demeanor

We caused mosh pits, cause head nods are boring

We burned down the house because we love to keep touring

We’ve got no where to live except in basement’s and hotels

So the name of this song is sell sell sell

Priceless now just wait til the album gets older

But theme this time is coffee is for closers

We want the kids to follow and parents to understand

The difference beteween playing and bleeding for fans

It’s not stress free, but i’ve got no one to impress, unless

You count humans, soldiers, martyrs, and activists

This is dedicated to the mission of change

We heard ya’ll were bored so we’ll try a different game

The top’s a lonley place, repeat

But the stars always fall to the bottom, repeat

I’m not leaving this city, repeat

Until there’s no doubt that i’ve got em, repeat

This is for role models, fully clothed, drug free

Cold callers, with no budget or publicity

In a city, where doors slam and cell phones die

Where 2 party systems share the same eyes

Where independent movie theatres keep you sane

On belmont and clark where angels heal brains

Blame the crowded streets for killing the individual

Where everyone looks fresh from a sex pistols video

But i stay, to get some work done, to quiet the doubts

Play until my words are gone then find the scenic route

With 30 miles to the gallon keeping you balanced

From 14 million hands grabbing your talents

You need a homebase, someplace to relax

In the arms of medicine and fate’s perfect match

A confirmation of wasted years and torture gone

A new beginning of full lungs and nothing’s wrong

We always talked, about white chalk and dark water, while

Anxious fathers tried, but neither of us ever bothered

To alter our course, before the brick wall

Stole the roar from our mouths, and showed us how to dance

We always hurt but never enough to lose a chance

We dragged each others feet through the broken glass to advance and

Make something out of our broken selves

With dizzy spells hyperventalating in a paper bag hell

You destroyed me for the sake of rebuilding

Squeezing my thoughts while the skin was peeling

Revealing the new breed of nice guy, so appealing

No man made, obstacle, can keep me quiet

I’d rather kill the pilot and crash into a giant

I took care of that in a past life, but now the future is worth it

The drugs will balance out but can’t make me perfect

Forget being nervous, your job is be steady

You taste the posion, i’ll find a remedy

And mention me, when god wants revenge and names

I’ll be waiting with slingshot rock and good aim

So lick a shot because the bullet tastes good

Bandage the wound because the blood is see through

And no no no one can see how much you suffer