now the profile of our country looks a little less hard nosed / but that picket line persisted and that clinic's since been closed / they keep pounding their fists on reality hoping it will break / but I don't think there's a one of us leads a life free of mistakes
The old farm roads a four lane that leads to the mall, and our dreams are all guillotines waiting to fall.
In order to keep anything cultural, logical, or ideological, you have to reinvent the reality of it.
