those who front don t really want trouble step to the side like a s1w the nw north of nw a s place of origin originators of the first general strike roots of our labor is thick still awaitin the fruits of out labor to get higher than a 747 jet but when we say now they say not yet they don t feel it but give it respect there s no hard feelings more paper to collect though i could care less family is fed clothes on they back shelter overhead when debts climb higher than paychecks can reach whoever asks next for a free cd will catch a bad one trust us believe you me probably tens of thousands of people just like me in a town in a town in a town not big enough for ego to breathe we plead unity but never build bridges between and if you travel to the next town you might find this shit surprising they all act just like us carryin the legacy of people divided plagued by infighting tight knit survivin people on the outside look and write about it choose the safe route to fit they own palette ignore the rest at the same time rest get restless and blame it on the others success it gets twisted crab in the barrel existence where no amount of noise make the powerful listen power s within us all pistols re drawn we got to shine like mr sinister s arm and the songs that be sold til doubles are gone we all vagabonds home is whatever we stand upon take a picture it lasts longer think they forgot that songs last forever it s a whole lotta cheddar at the top now fuck trying to climb up let s bring the top down down down down down down bring it down let s bring it down ah2