~ SURVIVE ~

Down to the river, into the street
We fight each day, for money
Just to have something to eat
But true money-grabbers control this world
And before the game is even started
They've got us beat...

So clean your dirty laundry, lemmings
It'll be dirty again next week,
Find a high cliff to dive off of
And call yourself free
As you splatter, 
Down in the street...

Me, I'm gonna raise my voice, silently
So no one see's, what's goin' on with me
Only to have the big reveal,
Stab 'em straight to the heart
With front page headlines
And words written secretly, by me...

My Papa was a tumbleweed
I remember well, what he instilled in me
Never, let 'em see you comin'
The game, my son, is "Survive"
So by the time they can even count to three
Your shadow, and any trace of you
Has to be history,
Survive my son, Survive...