Fire up the player baby

Walking down the street the other day, picked up a paper that was blowing in the wind, kings are going to war again. Then watched the young soldiers march on by, some will see their mamas again but some will be forced to die. Hope it's really worth it and not just for a lesser man's pride.

Thousands walk around the campus, we all want to change the world and make it a better place but we have a better chance of filling outer space. Following the other sheep in line all attached to the same collar, it's hard to make a difference when your personal Jesus has become the almighty dollar.

Wipe the tears from the eyes of Liberty; mama doesn't have time to cry. Fire up the player baby, I wanna hear some Dylan before I die. Lets get on the plane and head to a place full of hate, lets all sing songs and smile while another decides our fate. Tell them back home that we were heroes in our final moments, but who remembers the lowly soldier's name of Rome?

Thought the world was just till I saw Superman take a bribe, no one is here to make change and no one cares about turning the tide. Parties argue and say they want change but all take the same currency while following the bids of another man's tyranny. So get your gear and load your gun, the posters back home made this look like fun. They say its all over but I think it's just begun.

Wipe the tears from the eyes of Liberty; mama doesn't have time to cry. Fire up the player baby, I wanna hear some Dylan before I die. Lets get on the plane and head to a place full of hate, lets all sing songs and smile while another decides our fate. Tell them back home that we were heroes in our final moments, but who remembers the lowly soldier's name of Rome?

The smiles and laughs of my brothers keep me going day by day. We make no plans, we may never see tomorrow, but we speak not of it. Loneiness consumes your heart, in a crowded room and your chomping at the bit. The lanes only get longer, the nights only get darker and you just wanna quit. You have eachother and we pick us up when we fall, thats the jist of it.

Wipe the tears from the eyes of Liberty; mama doesn't have time to cry. Fire up the player baby, I wanna hear some Dylan before I die.