Forged
I've made things with clay and been covered with mud
I've seen men do miracles hands covered in blood.
I've coveted much and been subjected to flood.
I've been forged in fire and rejected as a dud
lead the charge of the light brigade and sack the old city.
I'm too young to be adjusted stuck in sudden self-pity.
everybody gets down i was sunk and feeling shitty.
decisions made regretted get vetoed by committee.
And I've sworn off tofu, I eat meat and potatoes
And I'm into anarchism, feminism and landscaping
Men our mission is the system and our time's a wasting
Just picking up the pieces and sticking up for feces.
I don't want to always get shit on, shower and shave,
And find out fast the last thing I am is brave
I've killed a lot of time watching cable lately the art of conversation interferes with cheers You can't make me.
Can't make anyone do what they don't wanna
Apathy is IN! the medium is marijuana
Each one teach one, but never trust a preacher
The pope smokes dope so reach for the reefer
Why does every channel serve up a different sermon
I prefer my pulpit in the sewer with the vermin
I've seen men do miracles hands covered in blood.
I've coveted much and been subjected to flood.
I've been forged in fire and rejected as a dud
lead the charge of the light brigade and sack the old city.
I'm too young to be adjusted stuck in sudden self-pity.
everybody gets down i was sunk and feeling shitty.
decisions made regretted get vetoed by committee.
And I've sworn off tofu, I eat meat and potatoes
And I'm into anarchism, feminism and landscaping
Men our mission is the system and our time's a wasting
Just picking up the pieces and sticking up for feces.
I don't want to always get shit on, shower and shave,
And find out fast the last thing I am is brave
I've killed a lot of time watching cable lately the art of conversation interferes with cheers You can't make me.
Can't make anyone do what they don't wanna
Apathy is IN! the medium is marijuana
Each one teach one, but never trust a preacher
The pope smokes dope so reach for the reefer
Why does every channel serve up a different sermon
I prefer my pulpit in the sewer with the vermin
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Writer(s): Matthew Kimber, Rod Bailey
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