Flight Pattern - Tragic Art "Contrast in Terms"

pick up the rolls today
millions are on the way
don't care what you say
do it my way
money up the ass
collecting from the grass
till I die
the cops pulled me away
I must fullfill my stay
till my dying day
I lost the right to live
my freedom I had to give
I fucked up today

I want it all
I want it all
I want it all

took my pride away
surrounded by the gay
try prison for a day
you won't want this
they feed my slop and then
expect me to give in
away with you my friend
and take it with you
these bars of steel they say
you'll never get away
they took my dreams away

I hover on the past
my life fulfilled by grass
was a pain in the ass

I am gone my friend
If you read this end
my life you have missed
on through my days
I have learned the ways
of the one who stays
death is in the air
One last breath of air
ready for the chair
report the words alas
don't live life through a glass
don't be held back
live your life

I had it all
I had it all
I had it all
I had it all

Copyright Tragic Art 1992 (Steve Vail, Evaristo Lopez, Luis Hernandez, Chris Harper)

Former band from 1992