Brittle Action Figures

By Time (CO)

On Newstalgia

Released on October 29, 2013

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[Verse 1: Time]

I remember growing up I thought we were rich

Cause when i wanted something you would charge it

You would write a check I didn't understand yet

That you had jobs and we were in debt

You were my superheros unstoppable

All the problems i had, you solved them all

I never really knew that you were really blue

I know you both love me and that's still true

We make mistakes but that don't mean we're wrong

If we don't cry that don't mean we're strong

We're just trying to hold it together for each other

And now that I'm a man i want to help my mother

My father's a worker he wants to protect us

But all we can do is just pack up the wreckage

Tears aren't weakness, let the river lead us

I guess we shouldn't build everything on the beaches


[Hook: Time]

I'm all grown up but i feel so little

All my action figures look so brittle

These hands are porcelain these hands are fragile

Reality's the tide, we lost our sand castle

I say we occupy and foreclose all the banks

Then throw all the lawyers in the loan shark tanks

Let's take it back to sit downs and boycotts in flint

The working class is poor that's why I'm anti-establishment

You shouldn't have to squat where you're grandpa built

Now I'm looking for my history on a carton of milk

A general strike on greed is what human nature needs

Now the house is full of ghosts and the gardens full of weeds

They'd destroy the whole earth for money, even though it's their own home

They'd rather have extinction, then miss a payment on your loan

Ayn Rand married the monopoly man

Now everything's a commodity, they even own the ownership apostrophe

This isn't a protest, this is direct action

This is how you build a house with a mouth on your own land, no taxes

Forgive the past, live in the moment

If love's a home then we'll never be homeless


[Hook: Time]

I'm all grown up but i feel so little

All my action figures look so brittle

These hands are porcelain these hands are fragile

Reality's the tide, we lost our sand castle


[Outro: Time]

Skyscrapers, banks, cops i feel little

History, the future, i got erased in the middle

Laws, lies, i'm tired of the riddles

Resist, revolt, everything's brittle