All Along the Watch Tower - P.O.S

«There must be some way outta here,»

Said the Joker to the Thief

«There must be some way outta here, this place…»

Said the clown to the crook

«There's so much hustle and bustle

So much disgusting and, my man, its got me shook.»

«See, they come in with their suits and their ties

They hollow my bottles and step on my pride

Hop in their SUVs and ride, damn.»

«They trample my earth

I rant and I curse

But there ain’t no gettin' across

See they don’t know what it’s worth.»

«Or they do, but they don’t care.»

«Super sized -- terrified, way more than their share

But my share, they don’t share, I’m scared.»

«I'm only halfway past the righteous type

But I’m thinkin' like Bronson

And I’m gonna take one of their righteous lives!»

«Now calm down,» the crook spoke

Lit up a smoke

Ashed it in the cuff of his jeans

And cleared his throat

Like, (*coughs*)

«While this cigarette is killing me, its calming me.»

«Most these people see this life as comedy

But not me.

And not you.»

«Appreciate your vision.»

«I waste my breath on cigarettes

You waste your breath on people who don’t wanna listen.»

«See, we ain’t got a pot to piss in and we cool with that

But keep in mind that most people see us as rats.»

«And I ain’t saying you shouldn’t try and let 'em know

But you know what ignorance is--

If you was happy would you let it go?»

He stood up, his pointer finger pressed right next to his ear

«Your next world war and your revolution’s right here.»

«Yeah that, or you should kill us all.»

«My last request?»

«Triple Rock homie, last call.»

All along the watchtower, watch how we knocks our, sweet, incomplete

To a prince, see the serfs, see unique

See the threat but we don’t see defeat (x2)