Little Brother Lyrics
Four words painted on my wall
Telling me that fear created this all
From the police to the priests and the project yards
They're calling out asking me to change
They're telling me to be so afraid
My little brother is getting into trouble
He's so overwhelmed by the world sometimes
Cathode rays to entertain the good wage slaves
Salvation in the checkout lines
It feeds us to our own demise
We are the ordinary aimless and awful
Or predatory shameless but thoughtful
With so much air in the war we breathe
We're addicted to the violence that we pass to our seeds
There I go fighting the wrong wars
They're showing me how deserts can storm
So many sand dusted letters that they send back home
You can carry things or push them away
You feel so light, but you still got the weight
My little brother is still getting into trouble
He's still overwhelmed by the world sometimes
Cathode rays to entertain the good wage slaves
Salvation in the checkout lines
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It feeds us to our own demise
We are the ordinary aimless and awful
Or predatory shameless but thoughtful
With so much air in the war we breathe
We're addicted to the violence that we pass to our seeds
There's only one rule:
That there are no rules
Cathode rays to entertain the good wage slaves
Salvation in the checkout lines
It feeds us to our own demise
We are the ordinary aimless and awful
Or predatory shameless but thoughtful
With so much air in the war we breathe
What's with this air in the war we breathe?
