Last Days

(альбом: Who Are Your Friends Gonna Be? - 2012)

Goddamn we must be living in the last days if
The president's black but the system is racist
When I got to your house everybody was wasted
Gotta hang those crackers who lynched Troy Davis
If I start to believe in the words that we're saying
Gonna get locked up or knocked dead on the pavement
Chinga la frontera but while we're waiting
Got some new punk vinyl and it's fucking amazing

But don't you dare push play on that record player before
You can give me one good reason not to walk out of this door
Drive your car up to Oro Valley and burn every store I can find
Because these days it just seems like the best thing that I can try
Is to never leave my house for weeks at a time
So nobody asks how I am and I don't have to lie

I swear every song is a prophesy or it's
A promise we have to live up to before it's
Even worth the time that it took to record it
Because I don't want to be another asshole on tour because
I'm too lazy to go to work in the morning
And I guess that's true but this has got to be more than
A bomb shelter for us to ride out the war in
I'd sooner kiss these ruins than fucking ignore them

But don't you dare give up on us or anarchy before
You can name one government not rotten to its core
When this world finally burns who will be holding the torch?
These days it just seems like the best thing that I can try
Is to never go back home for weeks at a time
So the landlord don't ask for the rent and I don't have to lie