Spillage - Minutemen

A clear and dusty day in June

My stoned mind just spilled that line

Describing, what’s it like, describing?

Believing that the sum is «yes»

Looking around at all my comrades

My police state mind just spilled that line

I want to give names to our bonds

I need names to play the game

But what makes my heart run?

Why the thunder in my thighs?

My body

My mind

The idea of my life

Seems like a symbol