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A day starts with another plain sunrise
As if the sun is saying "Yeah, I'm here, get on with it" in a dull sort of way
And then the sun sets in the same plain way
Like everyone forgot that this day was worth something
Begged a girl for cigarette and she obliged
But I read her so wrong, and she walked away
Finished the cigarette to the stub alone
Realize now that I did nothing this day
Pick up the worn pieces and gather them together again
Forget what this song was about with smoke on my breath
A bit angry, a bit tired of it all
These things I don't understand
Fuck that! What the hell am I doing here?
In this land with no soul
Saving the world without a cure
Just get the fuck up and give them another reason to believe in humanity
But they'll never see us
Cause the news does a good job treating us like god
And we quietly smoke another cigarette, and fuck away another day
We have nothing left we can do or say
Cept exactly what we we're told to do
By some polititian with a big voice and a narrow mind
Who doesn't realize that it doesn't matter whether or not we fight
Kill one day, save the next, but it's all the same
A dying kid in Etheopia could have been our reason to live today
But it wasn't our job so he fades away
It wouldn't have mattered anyway
His life was ticking on a random AK round
That would have flown it's 6 feet into his brain
Cause he's the wrong religion or he's got the wrong blood flowing through his veins
It's too much to think about
Smoke another cigarrette and fuck the day away
A bomb on a terrorist
Fucked up his house and familiy
Made a murderer of his surviving son 1 or 2 years early
But what difference would it make
We'd be after his murderous ass later anyway
In a culture so fucked up it seems it can't be beat
Kill the perpetrators but their gods get stronger
No reason to try and reason that one out
Smoke another cigarette, fuck away another day
Fuck this quiet life, and fuck the haters, fuck those who think they what the fuck we're doing wrong, because every solution is problem, and there is no right answer to these problems we face
We're the tools to change the face of the evil that bites us
And I'm tired of it
Smoke another cigarette and fuck this night away
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