Ramshackle Glory
First Song, Part 2
I took the needle out of my arm about a year ago today
And every day since then I've been taking the needle out of my brain
So when I'm staring down at my hands I can't explain just what it is that I'm thinking of
Except thank god that all my veins have to pump is my blood
And I've done you so much wrong I can't believe you would still talk to me
And I say so much bullshit I can't believe that anyone around me can breathe
I know that it's a little dramatic, but the word for not changing is "death" So I'm getting better, my friends, but please don't hold your breath
And I met a man in rehab the first time, an organizer in prison
He lived in Chicago when the cops shot Fred Hampton, but he was just a kid back then
Justice doesn't flow from police guns; I'm reminded of that all the time
As long as there is a law, peace will be a crime
What the news calls economics, I still call it violence If your god is a judge or a jailer, I'm still an atheist
But I try to have faith in the things that will happen; I get saved from myself when I do
So maybe "god" isn't the right word, but I believe in you
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