1. A Place For Us
2. Tommy Gun
3. Out Of Touch
A Place For Us
The kids sing out in defiance Against a world that
has forgotten them And the media ask, "why are the kids so angry?" Afterwards
they'll go back home, To their uncaring fathers and misunderstanding mothers
And they'll dream of a time when they're back again With all their friends
at another show Wheere they will sing, "These are the days... These are
the days we will never forget" Sixteen, and all alone, Searching for a
place to call her home Thinking about a bottle or maybe even worse, But
she passed on self-destruction when she found a better way At the show,
with the kids, the excitement of change And singing along with every kid
in the crowd, She breathed in deep, and she sang out loud, "These are the
days... These are the days... These are the days we will never forget"
He was never called cool, no, he never fit in, Cause he thought for himself
and he went against the trends, But the abuse at school, was finally setting
in... 'Til he found a place to go, with the Other punk rockers at the punk
rock show And shoulder to shoulder with his new allies, He forgot about
school, as tears came to his eyes... And he sang, "These are the days...These
are the days... These are the days we will never forget" Singing under
the corner light, my six string in my hand, Playing my songs all by myself,
thinking... "No one out there could possibly understand" But it wasn't
too long before I realized I was wrong, And I found myself, singing from
a stage, A chorus of voices singing along... And we sing... "These are
the days...These are the days... These are the days we will never forget."
Tommy Gun
Little boy solider Tommy Gun He'd kill to play
"peace keeper man" It's a little game he learned from dad His daddy was
a "peace keeper" in Iraq Pretending he's off solidering, in a distant far
off land He cocks his gun, he shoots you down Murder again, and again,
and again Murder again, and again, and again Murder again, and again, and
again Teaching the children to murder Sunday morning, off to church, A
red faced preacher sweating words This fat old fuck goes on and on Tommy
learned a special lesson "Thou shall love they neighbor, And thou shall
never kill, Void in name in cash" Murder again, and again, and again Murder
again, and again, and again Murder again, and again, and again Teaching
the children to murder You're going to dream tonight little boy, And in
that nightmare you're going to wake up to think... That's when you'll get
it They punish anyone, don't you know That shows any sign of understanding
More than their rhetoric Just like his dad, and his dad's dad before him
Tommy went off to fight in a war And protect his people from an inhumane
race, From an out of sight threat, in a far away place And just before
Tommy got shot down, he stopped to think, To ask himself, "Are their armies
also made up of their poor?" Murder again, and again, and again Murder
again, and again, and again Murder again, and again, and again Teaching
the children to murder.
Out Of Touch
I've never seen you on the streets of this town
I've never seen you just hanging around But you still tell me that you
know me... I've never seen you walking out on my street I've never seen
you in the cafes where we eat But you still tell me that you know me...
Well all I know, is you don't about me And all I know, is you don't know
anything Except how to pull the wool over the public's eyes Except how
to tell us lies while you look us in the eye Except how to play the system,
how to play the game, That lines your pockets with dough while the rest
of us slave I've never seen you when you weren't on tv I've never seen
you when you weren't out to be seen But you still tell me that you know
me... I've never seen you in a cheap old used car I've never seen you be
who you claim you are But you still tell me that you know me Well all I
know, is you don't about me And all I know, is you don't know anything
The only time you've ever been on my street The only time you've ever shaken
my hand The only time you've ever made a hard choice The only time you've
ever heard the people's voice Is when you needed something, when you needed
something When you were looking for a vote, when you were looking for a
vote The only time you've ever seen the streets of this town The only time
you've ever been around Is at a photo oppurtunity The only time you'll
be out walking my street The only time you've'll see the cafes where we
eat Is before an election date Cause all I know, is you don't care about
me And all I know is, you're only driven by your greed.