[Intro: Jonny 5]
Born in the flood, bloody fingerpaint sets
Black marketed, fresh water cannons forget me not
Epitaph airbrushed with death
White tees, wife beaters
Button up, reattach flesh!
[Verse 1: Jonny 5 & (Brer Rabbit)]
In between the lines (In between the lines)
Outside of the law (Outside of the law)
Underneath the veil (Underneath the veil)
We dig our foundations (We navigate the globe)
Trying to find a pattern to break the mold (Pattern to break the mold)
With a family to feed (Family to feed)
There's nowhere we won't go
But what if we're caught
They say I'm a snitch
Shot at the checkpoint
Found with his throat slit
There's spray paint on the teleprompter
Anchorman screams that he's seen a monster (Mayday)
There's bloodstains on his shirt (Mayday)
They say that he's gone berserk!
[Verse 2: Jonny 5 & (Brer Rabbit)]
Sometimes when I wanna shut out this world
Want to rip up this page
Want to pour out this heart
Want to get up on this stage
And my lips become percussion
And my fists become the rage
And I pound on this table
'Til it gives me something to say
Then I think about things that I've seen
Right in front of me that I don't wanna believe
Gimme one of these mics
Let me let 'em know: the way that
It is is not how it's gonna be
Not if we don't let 'em get ahead of us
The present tension's no threat
It's just a fence across the path
That we're already ready to walk
Rock solid footsteps
Let 'em put up obstacles
And prove that it isn't possible
Fuck that! We don't give 'em any weight
True liberty and freedom's at stake
Peace will never become passé
Live my life until my last day
It was half-past eight in the Bat Cave
When the cracks in the plaster
Collapsed and gave way to gaps in the pavement
(Mayday, mayday) Put it on blast
For the passengers and messengers
Cause this is a disaster
Where the fuck are the rescue workers?
Not far, off pissing on a cop car
In the hall with a Pop Tart
Sipping liquor in the rock bar
Everyone climb to the frontline, lunchtime's cancelled
All hands on deck to pull survivors from the landfill
Onlookers, passers-by, brush off your shoulders
Shake off that rubble, break free from your standstill
Born in the flood, bloody fingerpaint sets
Black marketed, fresh water cannons forget me not
Epitaph airbrushed with death
White tees, wife beaters
Button up, reattach flesh!
[Verse 1: Jonny 5 & (Brer Rabbit)]
In between the lines (In between the lines)
Outside of the law (Outside of the law)
Underneath the veil (Underneath the veil)
We dig our foundations (We navigate the globe)
Trying to find a pattern to break the mold (Pattern to break the mold)
With a family to feed (Family to feed)
There's nowhere we won't go
But what if we're caught
They say I'm a snitch
Shot at the checkpoint
Found with his throat slit
There's spray paint on the teleprompter
Anchorman screams that he's seen a monster (Mayday)
There's bloodstains on his shirt (Mayday)
They say that he's gone berserk!
[Verse 2: Jonny 5 & (Brer Rabbit)]
Sometimes when I wanna shut out this world
Want to rip up this page
Want to pour out this heart
Want to get up on this stage
And my lips become percussion
And my fists become the rage
And I pound on this table
'Til it gives me something to say
Then I think about things that I've seen
Right in front of me that I don't wanna believe
Gimme one of these mics
Let me let 'em know: the way that
It is is not how it's gonna be
Not if we don't let 'em get ahead of us
The present tension's no threat
It's just a fence across the path
That we're already ready to walk
Rock solid footsteps
Let 'em put up obstacles
And prove that it isn't possible
Fuck that! We don't give 'em any weight
True liberty and freedom's at stake
Peace will never become passé
Live my life until my last day
It was half-past eight in the Bat Cave
When the cracks in the plaster
Collapsed and gave way to gaps in the pavement
(Mayday, mayday) Put it on blast
For the passengers and messengers
Cause this is a disaster
Where the fuck are the rescue workers?
Not far, off pissing on a cop car
In the hall with a Pop Tart
Sipping liquor in the rock bar
Everyone climb to the frontline, lunchtime's cancelled
All hands on deck to pull survivors from the landfill
Onlookers, passers-by, brush off your shoulders
Shake off that rubble, break free from your standstill
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