Got spam mail in my E-Mail
N' junk mail on my floor
Got cold calling on my telephone
and cold calling at my door
Everyone's got rights which seem to so many wrong
kids want this and scream for that til' the wood is gone
used to be I knew folks around here, we don't look out for the and thy
now community's a crime
these were the thought's of Jeremiah Belieze
these were the thought's of a man under siege
Everyone's getting something, I ain't getting zip.
It's put up, shut up kick off or bog off
buy it or you're not hip, fear pours out the media
drowning common sence, extreme is just the norm now
now singing on the fence, the bills go up violent
but my pay's a static figure, the pressure building on my trigger
my TV oozes platitude tells me how to live my life
what can I hear? wait housing and how to choose a wife
what I buy goes out of date
before it's out the box
what used to be offensive doesn't even raise a shark
these were the thought's of Jeremiah Belieze
these were the thought's of a man under siege
So Jeremiah he took his car down to a southern coast, he travelled far
he found a cliff and put his engine into gear
he hit the throttle and laughed away the fear
accelaration is a raging in his head and he drove his life right over the edge
these were the thought's of Jeremiah Belieze
these were the thought's of a man under siege
these were the thought's of Jeremiah Belieze
these were the thought's of a man under siege
of a man under siege...
Ian Briely™

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