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Black Stax Lyrics

In city shoes,
Wearing urban boots,

Of clueless blues,
Feeling hopeless and lost,

Pays the views,
Pays attention to the surroundings,

And no-mans news.
And hears the gossip of the streets.

Blades will fade from blood to sport,
Violence is now just for entertainment,

The heroin's cut these fuses short,
Drug addiction has shortened their lives,

Smokers rode a colonial pig,
Drug addicts are slowly killing themselves,

Drink and frame this pain i think.
Drinking accentuates the pain they feel.

I'm melting silver poles my dear,
I'm losing my mind,

You bleed your wings and then disappear.
You're self-destructive and then gone.

The moving scenes and pilot lights,
The busy city with its constant flashing lights,

Smithereens have got 'em scaling heights.
People are achieving success through destruction.

Modern times come talk me down,
The present day is stressful, help me calm down,

And battle lines are drawn across this town.
There's conflict everywhere.

Parisian boys without your names,
Unknown Parisian youths,

Ghetto stones instead of chains,
Rather than being chained, they have stones to throw,

Talk 'em down cause it's up in flames,
Try to stop the riots before it's too late,

And nothing's changed.
And yet nothing ever changes.

Riot like 1968 again.
Protest with violence like in 1968,

The days of rage yeah nothing's changed,
The anger is still there yet nothing's being done,

Well pretty flames.
But the burning is beautiful.

In school I would just bite my tongue,
I used to hold my opinions to myself,

And now your words they strike me down.
But your words are hurting me,

The flags are false and they contradict,
The national flags are meaningless and hypocritical,

They point and click which wounds to lick,
They choose which wounds to heal and which to ignore,

On avenues this christian breeze,
The Christian culture on the streets,

Turns it's heart to more needles please.
Leads to more drug abuse and addiction.

Our eyes roll back and we beg for more,
We get lost in the addiction and crave more,

It frays this skin and then underscore.
Slowly wears down our bodies and our souls.

The case for war you spin and bleed,
You justify war with propaganda and blood,

The sales you feel screensavers feed,
Advertisements prey on our insecurities,

The girls you breed the soaps that you write,
The media portrays women in a negative manner,

The graceless charm of your gutter snipes.
The unappealing nature of your low-life tactics.

The moving scenes and suburbanites,
The suburban areas and the people there,

And smithereens got 'em scaling heights.
The violent destruction leading to success.

Modern times come talk me down,
Help me cope with the stresses of the present day,

The battle lines are drawn across this town.
Conflict is rampant throughout the city.

English boys without your names,
Young, unknown English men,

Ghetto stones instead of chains,
Stone-throwing is their means of protest,

Hearts and minds and US Planes,
Emotions and military power are at play,

Nothing's changed...
But still nothing changes,

Riot like the 1980's again,
Protests erupt in violence like in the 1980s,

The days of rage yeah nothing's changed,
There's still anger and yet no progress.

More pretty flames.
But at least there's something beautiful in the destruction.