debatical

there is always a war up for debate
people go on and on and on
and i long to the days of broken bottles
blood and alcohol
music also
tied to that tune of drunken madness
the battles keep on coming
and we are tired of not fighting

so many words in the paper
to few faces
nothing to tie the ship to
we drift away in this sea of muck
give us the poison that is rightfully ours
heritage

sometimes we are washed ashore
sick by the swell of our past
there it is
broken bottles and blood and alcohol
music no more
you don't pick your battles
only your weapon
and your weapon is not up for debate