Three men, three not too different lives Worlds created with the gun and knife The oldest was stuck in a jungle for no good reason The younger was in a scorching desert tricked it was for freedom A third was out to the ocean pushed and left The youth of their lives had been of theft
The oldest man was struggling through his fading age He’d been created in hell and now felt like he was in a cage Nothing tasted right anymore and nothing smelled the same Is it normal to wake up in a sweat after a dream of fire Will he ever sleep again or will he always be awake Roaming the sidewalks thinking about his estranged His hat says identity but his eyes said blanks When he asked for help everyone said no thanks
It’s a problem man my life burned up in the grass I regret that all I did was try to please the top brass If it wasn’t so hard and my knees would still bend I’d return to the jungle where my ancestors lived The thought of a plane or a traveling car to that place Raised up an anger and a thought of repentance It feels good to be free says the band that had played He forgot to skip and with his whole being he had it paid
When he struck up a match to light the sweet leaf His entire life came by and called him a thief If I could go back and talk to the past I’d tell it to Find a new person to torment and a new ideology to fight against After all nothing is worth oppression and the causing of misery And the megaphone blasts what he doesn’t like or want to hear He met the salesman with the extremely large eyebrows who was hostile to the fact that he just wanted to browse
But hey, he’d cooly show you all the new machines He’d be very agreeable with you if you had the means Choose from selection after all you know what is best I’ve got a few recommendations though if you’d like to select I care nothing for laws, just my paycheck Business is business, forgot my lighter, here’s the key He spins the metal top round, round and round And when it stops, you bring the hammer down
He was a middle aged captain everyone saluted him Even those that didn’t like the color of his skim He wanted to know his future but the tarot reader had fallen asleep To kill the time until tomorrow’s thundering rain With all his pets he rode around in the back of the van He takes a break and asks is it okay if I sit here The rabbi says yes but the service begins in an hour The captain says I’ll be long gone by then like the mayflower
By now the captain's just simply horribly afraid of water On the earth he lives like a squatter He knows now that humanity can’t trek further than its supposed to If I could just stay in one place and try to anchor down I’d see there’s nothing wrong with having no fear That cripples every moment and movement you once could compose Sorry we don’t have says the impatient waiter That’s okay, he says, I wanted something greater
The waiter nods and fetches something dark The captain looks down and asks when did it get so
