The Reckoning Beneath

By Primitive Reason

On Power to the People

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Who is to blame for this moment when we have no Love?

You set the rules for the game; Eat, Sleep and Work

Everyday is the same

Well you can tax the gas from my ass

Come on and tax the gas from my ass…

So I walk and walk, and every day, everyday it’s talk

Well, talk to the wall my love

I got no use for you in my home

You come and suck the blood right straight from the dome

Walk, Walk. Every day, everyday same bull coming my way

Realize that some of us don’t want your homage to the rat race; give a dog a bone

You put out luxuries to master the masses

Sand in our eyes; we’re all needing glasses to see a new reality

But for now Mr. Government:

You can tax the gas from my ass sucker

Come on and tax the gas from my ass…

So I walk and walk, and every day, everyday it’s talk

Well, talk to the wall my love

I got no use for you in my home

You come and suck the blood right straight from the dome

Walk, Walk. Every day, everyday same bull coming my way

Realize that some of us don’t want your homage to the rat race; give a dog a bone

Love a life, simply plain

Love a life, not about gain

Love a life, not insane

Love a life that’s mine to make