One Blood
Take the road on your wheelchair
roll it out tonight! Cause there's only one option for us right now
One of us got to get down
If you don't hear my call for help, You're in another world boy!
I've lost my faith in the pure, blue skied summertime
I've been lying awake at night thinking,
that son of a fuck dragged me down and now I'm lost
can you help me find my long way back home?
The traffic lights are even dimmer then my past
Give me a sign, some kind of religion, Allah, Buddha
I don't care, I don't dare to choose one sign, one heart one feeling one God
CAUSE IT'S ONE BLOOD FLOATING IN THE STREAM
IT'S ONE BLOOD FLOATING IN THE STREAM
Every day that goes I need more and more people around me,
People I can rely to
Not those fucking sellouts I read about in the papers
who's only hope are equally dumb consumers
I'm up on that stage, I'm up here, You're down there
Does that make me more important? more intelligent?
More likely to live that happy standard life your parents sets you out to?
I don't Know
- Your in a position most kids dream of
I don't Know
- You can be as weak as the man sleeping on newspapers
I don't Know
You're still set out to tell the dirty mans story
I don't know
- Other people are talking and thinking about you as we speak
But I've seen them out there as well
- Yeah, but you don't know them do you!?
No but they don't know me either
- Well, they think they do!,
THEY THINK THEY DO!!!
So what do I need to get through the day?
- ONE BLOOD!
What do I need to break on through the night?
- ONE HEART!
What do I do to get along with these, these fools?
- ONE SOUL!
Why don't I just go back to the steal factory? Or the warehouse?
Or the railroad? Get the fuck out of here, get the fuck out of music,
back to the days when we had one heart, one brain one soul, one God
CUS IT'S ONE BLOOD FLOATING IN THE STREAM
IT'S ONE BLOOD FLOATING IN THE STREAM
CUS IT'S ONE BLOOD FLOATING IN THE STREAM
IT'S ONE BLOOD FLOATING IN THE STREAM
CUS IT'S ONE BLOOD FLOATING IN THE STREAM
IT'S ONE BLOOD FLOATING IN THE STREAM
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