• Chip off the block
    Seems that I'm not
    As good as I thought
    Or as bad as you want
    The line has been drawn
    What side are you on?
    Try to do it right
    But everything is wrong
    And so I stare at The dregs of the earth Clear blue skies
    To the deepest of dirt With hands stretched out
    Looking pious and pure
    To the ten padlocks Strapped on your front door