1st Amendment Jitters

Bombard, glass shard

Tell me why you think that my life's so hard?

The days of the weeks, the weeks of the years

The years of my life would like to disappear

Disappear, rash fear

Music falls upon your rintin ears

The notes of a "G" could have been a "D"

Could have been an "E", could have been a "C"

At sea you saw me

In a shark cage struggling to breathe

Turned your boat around, headed for dry ground

You left me there to drown, you never made a sound

Flap, flap, bad wrap

Got my foot caught in your moral trap

I fell to my knees, begging you please

The sap from the trees, dripped off the leaves

Dead leaves, bad sneeze

You pushed me off the flying trapeze

I fell to the floor, my back got sore

The crowd wanted more, they began to roar

Soft roar, old snore

Thinking all the thoughts of a dinosaur

Floor begins to crack like a big smokestack

Driving us back past the Warsaw Pact

Blood pact, hard smack

Making me a part of your vicious attack

The room begins to spin, my head begins to swim

The lights grew dim, I think it's getting grim

Uh, fat lip, bad trip

Freedom of a speech in a censorship

Fat lip, bad trip

Freedom of a speech in a censorship, uh huh, huh

Fat lip, bad trip

Freedom of a speech in a censorship

Fat lip, bad trip

Freedom of a speech in a censorship