A song about teenage anarchism and hanging out underneath the bridge
lyrics
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Our voices echo like we hope our words will someday
We'll spread our messages from underneath this bridge to everybody's kids
We're used to it you can call us stupid, it's okay
Everyone has to start somewhere sometime and someplace
The fires burn like we'll overturn in due time
The smoke stains our clothes like the work stains our souls, but we're doing fine
Our lighters are empty and we ran out of matches yesterday
And the fire went out, but we'll build a new one in its place
The wind may come and silence us, but there's never an eternal gust
Wind can blow the fires out, but the things it blows our way can also ignite the flames
This creek is ours like the world is ours to piss in
This world is too small to ever wanna die and life is too short to cry
I used to wonder and i used to ask why things are this way
But i'm done wasting time just looking for answers i'll never find
The water isn't clear but i have no fear i jump right in i jump right in
Cus maybe the things that i might find wont be as bad as they are in my mind
And when i start to lose myself and i'm feeling tired and weak
I realize that I left myself back there on that beach
It's in my reach
These things that make me happy
I never have to leave
This is where i'm meant to be
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Ramshackle Glory introduced me at a young age to socio political subject matter, street life, and living dirty, broke, beautiful, and free Victor Aidan
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