Melee in the street like that invokes many mixed feelings.
Part of me wants to protest on the pavement with the real revolutionary types.
You know, youth gone wild, demand for change, storm the Bastille and so on.
Smoking weed and bitching about cold coffee and heavy insurrection.
Another part of me wants to strap on the old hard-helmet and kick some hippy-ass.
You know, crowd control the old way; riot-gear, smack-downs and lock-ups.
Smoking cigarettes and bitching about cold coffee and heavy insurrection.
So, as my, ‘Master Plan for World Domination’, calls for more chaos and civil unrest,
I’ll be in the street thumbing my nose at the man in the morning.
Then I’ll be suited up storm-trooper style and bashing dissident skulls by noon.
Keep on Chemtrailing,