Libs - Beacons

They keep on giving me grief
By the pounds and the gobs
Now we're living in peace
A round of applause
Unlimited beef
Down for the cause
Was down for the count
Underground
Where the gawds at?
Tires popping in pot holes
Feet to the fire
Walking on hot coals
Keeps me inspired
Keep thinking you're not old
Preach to the choir
I'm not sold
A theif or a liar
Speaking of beacons of light
Deep in the evening of night
Seek and destroy
I wasn't seeking advice
I was sweeping the ice
Keeping it nice and warm
Not freezing the pipes
Just shining the floor up
Think what might've been
If I was invited indoors
Supplying the items you hoard
You can hide em inside of the vitaman drawer
Say good bye to the Lord
The kind of thing that gets decided in war
First and forth most
Second hand third generations
Piss poor folk in the basement
Pitchfork poking
Lit torch smoking
Kick doors open
On big corporation
Piles of shit
For miles for days
Survival is key
Just smile and wave
Never ever ever ever
In my wildest dreams
Thought I could be better
Than a pile of beans
Amount to nothing?
I'm mountain jumping
Bounds and leaps
Around the clock

Written by:
Eric Libby

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