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You wanna watch it all fall apart | Every time I walk I watch | I look, I notice, I observe
You wanna watch it all fall apart Every time I walk I watch I look, I notice, I observe I read the signs And the signs are pointing in the wrong direction The signs are not naming the streets Or leading you to the highways The signs are naming names Tombstones to mark the death of children not even born And I don't mean abortion I mean what is to come The signs are telling me to turn back around The signs are telling me to research my past The signs are telling me to learn from my mistakes The signs are asking me questions Do you wanna watch it all fall apart? Do you have any control? Is there anything that you can do? Time is not a nice person I know because the sign said it Time can be generous but ultimately time is indifferent Time does not give two damns or a fuck So what will you do? What will we do? So I'm in the middle of the street talkin' to the signs And people are lookin' at me pointing and laughing Like, "This mothafucker's crazy!" But do they not see the signs? Do you not see the signs? If there is one thing in this world That you can depend on That you can bet your last dollar on It's the ignorance of the American people But still I have faith But still I read the signs They are indeed there Some of us are lost And will not find our way No matter what the signs say Some of us do not see the signs because We are too busy shopping Some of us do not see the signs because We can't help but stop and look at the accidents and stare We are in a daze We are amazed by the world's displays Some of us do not see the signs because We are giving spare change to the homeless We are getting gas We are volunteering for duty And we are watching television We are driving around in circles on spinners And we are working eight to six We are on our way to the club We are high, we are drunk, and we are sober And we do not see the signs We are listening to a moron babble We are listening to tongues that lie We give them an ear We give them a hand We give them both eyes So we cannot see the signs Slow, there are children playing in the streets And they cannot read the signs They are only children Stop Stop! I fear there is no U-turn And that this road dead-ends Because we cannot read the signs Do you not see the signs? We must read the signs And we must turn around We must turn around We gotta turn this shit around And we gotta read the signs We must read the signs... We must read the signs... We must read the signs... We gotta read the signs... We gotta turn this shit around... We must turn this shit around... We gotta turn this shit around... We gotta read the signs...
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