Seized Up

My friend Steve pissed away all his years cuz he

was slaving building cars blood and sweat upon

the gears all of his off time spent at the bar

years and years of nothing but sorrow I wonder

how can he be content fucking just to wake up

tomorrow he'll do it all over again gonna

wake up tomorrow and do it again

On the streets of Detroit on the streets

of this town all their dreams are destroyed once

you're in you can never get out

See Reggie sleeps on Jefferson Avenue on the

courthouse heat exhausts he's no different than me

or you in 1984 he got layed off a motor city dead of

we shared a joke and I gave him some change

wonder is there a hope his future I don't know I

never saw him again don't think that I'll ever see him again

*Tons of casinos, miles and miles of factories thousand's of condemned homes,every corner there's churches and liquor stores all i need is a match and some gasoline.*

I'm gonna burn it down My father put in his best year yeah working for one

of the big 3 still remember my mother's tears we're

born to die in a factory coming home at dawn early

break see he's strung out from the late night shift

pills and powder to stay awake I see his bottles are empty again

empty again prescription bottles are empty again

Sometimes I want to burn it down