Leave It Alone
1) Leave It Alone
2) Don't
Call Me White
3) Soul
Doubt (live)
4) Drugs
Are Good
Breath ever soft We wouldn't wanna break the eggs as we walk Never alone, cautious, afraid I hear the voice of reason on the p.a. Leave it alone, follow the grain We couldn't stop the irresistible force Leave it the same, change with the winds Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the old Leave it alone DA NA NA NA NA NA NA (x4) Breath, ever so slight We couldn't take away your god given right Leave it alone, heel and stay Roll over and shake and beg for the bone Leave it alone DA NA NA NA NA NA NA (x4)
The connotations wearing my nerves thin Could it be semantics generating the mess we're in? I understand that language breeds stereotype But what's the explanation for the malice, for the spite? Don't call me white (x4) I wasn't brought here, I was born Circumsized, categorized, allegiance sworn Does this mean I have to take such shit For being fairskinned? No! I ain't a part of no conspiracy, I'm just you're average Joe Don't call me white (x4) Represents everything I hate The soap shoved in the mouth to cleanse the mind The vast majority of sheep A buttoned collar, starched and bleached Constricting veins, the blood flow to the brain slows They're so fuckin' ordinary white Don't call me white (x4)
Sometimes I feel my life is going 'round in circles Beneath my eyes are bluish black There's nothing new, no one I wanna talk to Nothing I wanna think about, I got soul doubt I stick My head out of the window, it's closed Instead of air, I get glass stuck in to my head The city's sounding, and I can't seem to stop the pounding Can't keep my thoughts from flying 'round ( X 2 ) Not sure what I am thinking about, I got soul doubt A shameless display, wearing a smile full of pain A frameless Erte, a painting without a signature She's waiting for someone to save her As I pass her I see Cinderella She dosen't fit into the slipper Like she fits in a bottle of liquor There's no one to take her away Her eyes meet mine, she sees right through me The question is asked, Whatcha' gonna do for me? I don't want nothin', just a connection I gotta know what she's all about Cause I know she's been there -- Soul doubt I stick my head out of the window once again This time I see a thousand faces all too clear They wear the same expression, I've seen in my face So many times, I know exactly how they feel I know exactly how they feel I know just what they think about They've got soul doubt
Want to fuck up, drop out, never trust a fucking hippie An' for that matter don't trust anyone Quit school, don't work, livin' up your music to PUNK If I could do it so could anyone Drugs are good, they let you do things that you know you not should And when you do 'em people think that you're cool And when you do 'em people think that you're cool Want to join a punk band, sing in it and get a tattoo You don't need talent just sing attitude Self-instruction, no moral to throw it on me For no particular reason beat up everyone Drugs are neat, and you can buy 'em relatively cheap And when you do 'em people think that you're cool And when you do 'em people think that you're cool