The Kids Are Ready To Die
The Airborne Toxic Event
all these inanimate places
feel like there changing
the kids are lined up
on the wall like
they're ready to die
his arms ascend it's like
they just rearranged them
we're all caged up like animals
questioned and ready to cry
'cause i was just thirteen
when i got my first taste
of danger standing
by the church
i had a bottle and a pen
in my hand i said
'father i'm sorry i just
don't know what to do
with this anger'
misbehavior is correctable
i know this wasn't part
of you plan but little fucks
like us we were always
receiving instruction
and you could burn our
cloths you could wash out
the ink and the dye
but you can't look me in
the eye and say you don't feel
like a little destruction
and the kids are lining
up on the wall and
they're ready to die
and the kids are lining
up on the wall and
they're ready to die
<interlude DF>
all these days just seem
like they're getting longer
the view from my room
it's a gloomy and over cast day
the weakness we left it
behind seems to be
getting stronger
i swear theres something
in the air and i don't know
what anyone could say
'cause i saw the news this
morning there was nothing
and a boy the side of the road
he had a gun in his hand
i thought oh what could
you say to make it ever
make sense to his mother
oh man he was excitable
we were just trying
to make him a man
but the day will come
when it falls like a cheap
house of plastic and the
cards that were dealt
will be tossed like
a stone in the sky
and you can only lie
for so long before
you get something drastic
and the kids are lined
up on the wall and
they're ready to die
and the kids are lined
up on the wall and
they're ready to die