Text: Rustic Overtones. Other. Colors Of Discipline.

I heard the doctors on the street
who say the prescription's great.
Send my condolences to the kid who springs
to buy his brand new brain.
You'll be big on the streets with friends.
Better steal some money or you're alone again.
Your hopes and dreams are like a beach
where water has dried to sand.

Your colors have all gone away
colors of discipline white to gray
your vision will be black one day
your ambitions will be lax some day.

Like a dog they rub your nose in the mess that you made.
How about your kennel for a couple of days.
It's yourself that you played.
Scratch past the scab over the wound you made.
It won't go clean so you just let it bleed.
You may have destroyed the flower
but you still have the seed.

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If I had the time to give you a piece of my mind
I'd kick you out of my life
but just the same with your fame
your friends may think you're great.
Your friends are the ones with the sharpest haircuts
and guns and they'll beat me up if I'm not the right punk
in the right club today.

-chorus-