it skips on track four

[empallin]

We race through the paces
Of the stations of the crass
Hoping for all hopes
That we get it finished
Before the kids wake up
And once again we have to explain
That too many gave up
there arent enough apples
to feed the 5000
there are still too many cowboys
not willing to move from protest to resistance
so we race through the paces
of the stations of the crass
while anti-flags hang unseen in the garage
hiding dirty history lessons
milk creates of telephone pole papers
and anything left we call our own