Faces Of The Petty

Business Jane, she take dictation

Sits with her legs crossed, locked in station

Drives on concrete home from work

- She stifles a scream, sweet berserk

 

Pills on the bed stand, sleep like quicksand

Dream in the same state dealt from same hand

Wake in white cell, strike at the eggshell

- She punches her card eight o' five

 

A word to the wise from one in a tunnel

Better hang on tight once the road starts to crumble

Gonna take my chances with the few that are ready

Till then judgement sits on the faces on the petty

 

Two dozen p'lice cars parked at the Velvet Bar

Peace, Love 'n Order tattooed in the same scar

Breaking in the new boys, ex-GI's and decoys

- And this is where your sunglasses go

 

Hey, that's ten-four, head to the back door

Race to the crime scene, swear I've seen that face before

Wasn't she a prostitute? Isn't that the judge's suit?

- I guess you best go wait in the car

 

A word to the wise from one in a tunnel

Better hang on tight once the road starts to crumble

Gonna take my chances with the few that are ready

Till then judgement sits on the faces on the petty

 

Death to those who oppose me

Let rock an droll me by grave

 

Idle energy, mothers for morality

Clinc picket, human chain, sex drugs & Sara Lee

Bibles in the classroom 'n rifles in the bedroom

- You better watch what you say

 

Middle class saviour, lead us to the next war

All for the common good, pledged behind a white hood

Burn what you won't read or cut it till the colors bleed

- Hey, don't give me any ideas babe

 

A word to the wise from one in a tunnel

Better hang on tight once the road starts to crumble

Gonna take my chances with the few that are ready

Till then judgement sits on the faces on the petty

 

Death to those who oppose me

Let rock and roll be my grave

Songtext: Parameter, Matthew