Musings —08.24.2015 02:54 PM—
Written by Pierre and me when we were 17 or so; reprised here, 35 years later. We had a very positive view of the future, as you can see.
When I see the faces going by me
And I feel the screams inside of me
And I wonder what they’re thinking now
And I wonder if they think at all
Why, why, do they?
How, how are they?
They say that the times are a-changin’ now
And they say that things are better now
And I see the paper every morning
And I think I like the comics best
I see the way they fucked my world
And I think I love my world
And I want to kill all of them
And I know that that’s their master plan
I am tired and there’s hate inside of me
And I wonder why they murdered me
And I wish I could start all over again
For I’m 18, and I’ve given up