It was a map and a hash pipe
A half-lit matchstick
One hand on the gas pump
We blazed 'till we passed out
The blues and a mag lite
A halfway highway patrolman
Two hands on the dashboard slowly
I'm used to the down right no good outlook
A few good men look out for the bad bunch
If only looks could kill look ma no bag lunch
Just a body bag and a magnum have fun
They lash out and your whip your lashes
Another day another kid another campus
Another human interest story for the masses
'Cause to the rest of 'em it's just subhuman madness
Take a deep breath the struggle is indefinite
Take another breath our freedom is so irrelevant
But we don't ever forget that we won't ever regret
That we all in it we live we die we rise
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