Letra de Belmont and Clark

I'm trying to give back, more than sarcasm and lust
You gotta know that this class
Ain't big enough for the both of us
Seems like you popular kids never learn
Your tribals tattoos are different than these ciggarettes burns
Jumping through hoops, full time to get medical care
Cause having coverage today is so rare
I need to get better, they want bigger donations
I'm sick of the weather,so i'm looking for locations
Bigger than one horse and smaller than hell
And i'll get there with nothing but a story to tell
My idols died by the bad timing of gunpowder
So it's ironic how much it's provoked us to get louder
On sidewalks and train cars, packed bars
And vocal booths, we're looking for ideas and truth
For generation need a label, dying for a slogan
Glue has come together to fix what's been broken

The top's a lonley place
But the stars always fall to the bottom
I'm not leaving this city
Until there's no doubt that i've got em

We make hiphop so ya'll could appreciate
But then remixed it, so rock kids can relate
To using double pedals for hardcore screamers
Using a resaaince type of demeanor
We caused mosh pits, cause head nods are boring
We burned down the house because we love to keep touring
We've got no where to live except in basement's and hotels
So the name of this song is sell sell sell
Priceless now just wait til the album gets older
But theme this time is coffee is for closers
We want the kids to follow and parents to understand
The difference beteween playing and bleeding for fans
It's not stress free, but i've got no one to impress,unless
You count humans, soldiers,martyrs, and activists
This is dedicated to the mission of change
We heard ya'll were bored so we'll try a different game

The top's a lonley place, repeat
But the stars always fall to the bottom, repeat
I'm not leaving this city, repeat
Until there's no doubt that i've got em, repeat

This is for role models, fully clothed, drug free
Cold callers, with no budget or publicity
In a city, where doors slam and cell phones die
Where 2 party systems share the same eyes
Where independent movie theatres keep you sane
On belmont and clark where angels heal brains
Blame the crowded streets for killing the individual
Where everyone looks fresh from a sex pistols video
But i stay, to get some work done,to quiet the doubts
Play until my words are gone then find the scenic route
With 30 miles to the gallon keeping you balanced
From 14 million hands grabbing your talents
You need a homebase, someplace to relax
In the arms of medicine and fate's perfect match
A confirmation of wasted years and torture gone
A new beginning of full lungs and nothing's wrong

We always talked, about white chalk and dark water, while
Anxious fathers tried, but neither of us ever bothered
To alter our course, before the brick wall
Stole the roar from our mouths, and showed us how to dance
We always hurt but never enough to lose a chance
We dragged each others feet through the broken glass to advance and
Make something out of our broken selves
With dizzy spells hyperventalating in a paper bag hell
You destroyed me for the sake of rebuilding
Squeezing my thoughts while the skin was peeling
Revealing the new breed of nice guy, so appealing
No man made, obstacle, can keep me quiet
I'd rather kill the pilot and crash into a giant
I took care of that in a past life, but now the future is worth it
The drugs will balance out but can't make me perfect
Forget being nervous, your job is be steady
You taste the posion, i'll find a remedy
And mention me, when god wants revenge and names
I'll be waiting with slingshot rock and good aim

So lick a shot because the bullet tastes good
Bandage the wound because the blood is see through

And no no no one can see how much you suffer