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classic
End of the Line.
The trains stopped
Daddy lost his job today, been there thirty years
His boss rides home to his mansion in his limousine
No trips this fall, I hope the cooperate leaders will fly in their private jets
The trains stopped
Kids ain’t learning
Too much drugs
Parents too busy
Can’t read, can’t write
Teachers fault society says
Never bureaucracy or overpaid democracy
Parent’s ain’t got to do nothing because it’s you teachers fault
The trains stopped
Our minds are like a day after a riot standing in shame
Our hearts are filled with pain
Give me some hope
The trains stopped
My seas are rising
My snows a melting
The world in a blaze
The trains stopped
Give me some hope
Free Thought
Blackboards a chopping down bureaucracy.
Walking the line in battle everyday.
I say why? why? why?
Why the frustration?
Why the hurt?
Why the anger?
Why the shame?
Can’t read to my darling tonight too busy watching T.V.
I say why? why? why?
Why the frustration?
Why the hurt?
Why the anger?
Why the shame?
Got to get up early to sit and think no time for that when the little hands a coming.
I say why? why? why?
Why the frustration?
Why the hurt?
Why the anger?
Why the shame?
Spoiled wills and unresponsive souls.
Lazy minds in sea of knowledge.
Brains don’t open to shut minds.
I say why? why? why?
Why the frustration?
Why the hurt?
Why the anger?
Why the shame?
No means to rise above the status quo.
Got to kill or starve.
No doctors, lawyers, or teachers.
We got a surplus of dealers, holics, and mommas.
I say why? why? why?
Why the frustration?
Why the hurt?
Why the anger?
Why the shame?
